The moment she opened the door to her small chamber, she knew he was already there. The air felt charged, thick with anticipation, as if the room itself had been waiting for his presence. The memory of her public surrender—the tremors, the blush, the near-shattering climax—still pulsed through her veins, making her shiver violently even now.“You’re thinking about them,” he murmured from the shadows, voice low, teasing, threading through her mind like silk. “The villagers. Their ...