Kain locke
I lay curled on the bed with Kael's clothes wrapped around me, as if the fabric could shield me from the fire spreading through my body. My breathing grew shallow and uneven, each exhale hotter than the last.
His scent lingered faintly on the fabric, sharp and familiar, but it wasn't enough. It brushed against me like a whisper when what I craved was his presence, his warmth, his touch.
It reminded me of that night in Calstone. That unbearable heat, that storm of need that stripped away all reasoning until nothing remained except a single thought, him. Wanting him, needing him, until the ache became unbearable.
I pressed my face into the shirt, desperate, dragging the cloth against my skin as if I could draw him closer, as if the memory of his scent could seep into me. But the fire inside me only grew stronger, curling low in my stomach, leaving me restless and trembling.
