Thoren
She lay draped across my chest, her leg slung over mine, skin still warm and damp from everything we’d just given each other. My arms wrapped tight around her, like if I loosened my grip, even for a breath, she might vanish. Again.
But she wasn’t vanishing this time. Not now. Not ever again.
Her breath was slow, steady, and every exhale ghosted over my ribs like a promise—one I hadn’t even realized I’d been waiting for until tonight.
She’d marked me.
Fuck.
Nevara hadn’t just claimed me. She chose me. Fiercely. Unapologetically. With teeth and instinct and heat that seared straight to the bone.
I could still feel the bite at the curve of my neck, the way her lips lingered after the puncture, her breath ragged like she hadn’t expected the power behind it. Neither had I.
When s
