For a moment, the seriousness lingered between us, but then I felt a subtle shift within me. A warmth, a familiar pressure, and I realized that Thoren was hardening again.
I arched a brow, a teasing smile forming on my lips. “Hey,” I murmured, brushing my fingers along his chest. “I didn’t agree to a round two.”
A low chuckle rumbled from him, the sound rich and intimate. “I’m sorry,” he replied, his voice deep with amusement. “That would be all the wiggling you’re doing. Besides, you had your way.” His eyes darkened with playful intent. “Now it’s my turn.”
Before I could respond, his hands slid firmly along my sides, and with a smooth, controlled motion, he flipped us over without breaking our connection. The shift was effortless, his strength evident but never overwhelming. I found my
