His command hangs in the air, a thick, tangible thing. I want to watch you make her come. The words sink into my skin, branding me with their intent. My entire world has narrowed to this small clearing, to the scent of us, to the electric space where our bodies connect. Elara’s eyes, dark pools of liquid heat, meet mine. There is no hesitation in her, only a thrilling, feral certainty. Her hand slides from my hip, her fin...

Chapter 2 His finger remains suspended in the air, a silent command that roots me to the spot. My heart beats frantically against the cage of my ribs. I watch, breath held, as he helps Elara back into her hiking shorts with a tenderness that contrasts sharply with the raw possession of moments before. She is pliant, boneless, her body still thrumming with the aftershocks of her climax. He whispers something else against h...

Chapter 1 The crunch of pine needles under my hiking boots was the only sound, a rhythmic percussion in the thick, afternoon quiet of the forest. I’d wandered far from the main trail, seeking solitude, the pressure of the city finally driving me out into the Whispering Pines preserve. The air was rich with the scent of damp earth and sun-warmed resin. That’s when I heard it. A sharp, breathy gasp. It was utterly out of pl...