He smiled into my hair. “Then let’s make up for lost time.”
His lips were still on mine when he flipped us, his body moving with a grace that made me forget how massive he was. The weight of him over me didn’t feel suffocating—it felt necessary. Grounding. As though I’d spent too long floating and finally had something solid to anchor me.
Our bodies slid together like we’d never stopped. Like the month of chaos between our last time and now had been nothing but a breath between storms. But this was different. Slower. Hungrier.
Thoren kissed down my neck, then lower, pausing at the scar where his mark had once bled into my skin like moonlight into a midnight sky. His tongue teased the skin there, reverent and possessive all at once.
“You are mine,” he growled softly. “In soul, in spirit
