The world had narrowed to him—his gaze, his hands, his presence—and the bond that pulsed like fire beneath her skin. The memory of the festival, the near-public climax, the teasing in alleys, and the private psychological games all lingered in her body, a rhythm she could not escape. Every nerve ending still sang with need; every pulse of the bond demanded acknowledgment, obedience, and surrender.He appeared at her side without a sound, dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “You ache for ...