The grand library glowed with the soft amber light of floating lanterns and a roaring hearth fire that cast long, dancing shadows across towering shelves. Guests had retired for the evening after another lavish solstice supper, but the manor refused to sleep. Enchanted books rustled faintly on their own, pages turning as if reading scandalous secrets aloud. Elara slipped inside after midnight, telling herself she only wanted a quiet moment with a novel to calm her racing mind. In truth, her body burned.
Her p***y still ached from the garden encounter—swollen, sensitive, and shamefully empty. She had changed into a simple silk night-robe that clung to her curves, the deep neckline dipping low between her full breasts. Beneath it, she wore nothing. Kaelen’s earlier command echoed in her hea
