Sara's POV.
I felt his arms wrap around me, holding me close, his body pressed against mine as we swayed to the music beneath the soft, silvery glow of the moonlight streaming through the large windows.
It was intense, this feeling of being held by him, by King Rowan.
His presence enveloped me, his command, his dominance. He had a way of making everything around us fade until there was just him.
His touch was possessive, but it was also gentle. His hand rested firmly on my waist, pulling me closer, and I let myself sink into the moment.
I didn’t want to think about anything else, didn’t want to remember that this wasn’t entirely mine to have.
The music played on, filling the space, but it was him, his scent, the warmth of his chest against mine, that consumed me.
His eyes lock
