AMELIA

 After my intense orgasm, I pulled the blanket over my shoulder. While Ryden went downstairs, I tried to close my eyes, pushing away the troubles outside this cabin.

 Then the bed shifted. Ryden came back, pulled me into his arms, and exposed my skin. He began tracing my runes with his fingers. 

“Did it hurt when you got it?”

 “It somehow stung.” I grabbed the bottled water he offered and drank it half then I put it on the nightstand.

 “They’re ...