The intensity began to fade.
Slowly. Like mist burning away under a morning sun. The electric charge that had crackled between them moments ago settled into something quieter, something heavier. The storm had passed, but the air was still thick with what remained.
They stood facing each other near Iva's bed. The wooden floor was cold beneath her bare feet.
The waves of pleasure that had clouded her mind began to clear.
And reality hit Iva like a high-speed train.
She shivered.
Her entire body trembled with it—a violent, uncontrollable shake that started in her chest and radiated outward. The fog of the bond, the haze of his presence, the overwhelming intensity of his dominance—it all fell away at once, leaving her raw and exposed and terribly, terribly aware.
Caleb was here.
In her
