POV: Elara
The darkness inside the narrow cave was absolute, but I didn’t need my eyes to know exactly how lethal the predator pinning me to the wall was. I could feel every jagged edge of him.
The heavy, punishing friction of his wet denim against my bare thighs was agonizingly rough. His localized body heat completely chased away the freezing chill of the rain outside, replacing it with a localized, suffocating inferno. I was trapped between the cold, damp stone at my back and a wall of pure, vibrating muscle.
Rowan’s heavy, ragged breath dragged across my jawline. The raw, unfiltered dominance rolling off his massive frame made my newly awakened pureblood instincts absolutely feral.
I arched my spine, instinctively pressing my chest flush against his.
A dark, guttural growl ripped
