140: Wilded power

Alora’s POV

As the last shudder of my release left my body, I caught my breath, feeling Rune’s gaze burn into me from where he was chained. His eyes were wild, desperate, the raw hunger in them so intense that I almost stayed. Almost.

But I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing any more of me. I could feel the power I held over him, how he trembled with need, his erection straining painfully against his jeans, but that was his problem. Not mine.

With a slow, deliberate motion, I bent down and picked up my nightdress from the cold floor. I slid it over my body, savoring the tension in the air, and refused to meet Rune’s eyes.

As I turned and walked toward the exit, my bare feet padded softly against the dungeon’s stone floor. I didn’t look back. I didn’t need to. The sound of Rune’s heavy breathing followed me, filling the air with a tension that felt almost tangible, but I kept my head held high and my pace steady.

With each step I took, my skin tingled with the rem