172: Cave confession

Alora’s POV

In the dim light of the cave, the raw, primal need in Rune’s gaze felt like a live wire running through the air. He’d never looked at me like this before, with tensed lust, mixed with a fierce restraint that made the moment even more intoxicating.

For me, every surge of arousal was fueled by my feelings for him. I wanted him more with each passing second, even as a flicker of nerves darted through me.

“Turn around and walk to the bed,” he commanded, his voice gravelly.

I turned slowly, letting my hips sway, feeling the weight of his gaze on me, heavy and searing. His need for control, for ownership, was almost palpable, and I knew he was savoring every inch of me.

Nevaeh was in a crib by the fire to keep her warmer. I wonder how that strange woman knew but then I’m done questioning the reality I’m in now.

“Get on your knees at the foot of it, face down, ass up” he said, voice low.

I sucked in a breath, anticipation pooling in my core, and eased into the position, the ro