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Amara's pov

Orian's hold on my wrists tightened as I grappled against him, his lap clamped my legs tighter together making it harder for me to wiggle away from his hold. I was only rewarded with getting my hair everywhere as I struggled and I could feel dried twigs and leaves sticking to the strands.

I gave up fighting, my breath hitched as I heaved, my chest following an upward and downward motion with my bosom swelling and trickles of sweat rolled down the skin.

His gaze was fixated on my chest, a low groan coming from him as he relaxed against me pushing all his weight on my body. I hissed at the contact almost running mad at the sparks that flew with familiar tiny thunderbolts erupting in my belly and Orian groaned at the contact too shifting his gaze to meet mine.

His eyes darkened now, intense as he captivated my gaze with his. His looks spoke one language, lust and carnality just as I felt and I fought against my urges to lift my hips and grind against hi