The den had fallen into a heavy, charged quiet. The air thrummed with unspoken tension, thick and unrelenting, as if the stone walls themselves held their breath. My body still ached from the brutal peak of the heat. Thighs burned with tight, lingering fatigue, muscles quivering from days of relentless claiming and endurance tests. Warm slick coated my skin in a persistent, slippery sheen, slowly tracing cool paths down my inner thighs and soaking into the furs beneath my knees. The lingering desire refused to fade completely, keeping my hole fluttering softly and my cock half-hard, sensitive to every shift of air. I knelt there, chest rising and falling in uneven rhythms, every inch of my exposed, glistening body painfully aware under their watchful eyes. Thorne crouched near the hearth, green eyes dark and calculating as they assessed me. His gaze was sharp, weighing every subtle twitch of muscle, every small arch of my chest, every unconscious tilt of my hips. Possessiveness press
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