Calla's POV

The room, softly lit by dim lanterns, felt like our own little world, a safe place away from the storm raging outside. Kane’s breathing was quick against my skin, his stubble brushing my cheek as he kissed me deeper, our tongues moving together in a slow rhythm that sent shivers down my spine.

“Calla,” he whispered, pulling back just enough to rest his forehead against mine. His eyes were dark with emotion—love, concern, fierce protectiveness. “I need you. Right now. Just ...