Nevara
I woke slowly, like surfacing from a dream too sweet to let go.
Warmth cradled me from all sides. My body ached in the most decadent way—muscles humming, thighs sore, lips swollen from too many kisses that tasted like forever. Every inch of me pulsed with memory. What we’d done. What we’d become.
My skin still tingled where his mouth had been.
I didn’t open my eyes at first. I just lay there, cocooned in the scent of us—smoke and pine and storm-drenched hunger. Thoren’s arm was draped possessively over my waist, his breath slow and steady against the back of my neck. Even in sleep, he held me like he feared I might disappear again.
I turned, slowly, biting back a soft groan as my body protested the movement. Every muscle stretched tight and deliciously used. Gods, he hadn’t jus
