Her body rocked back against him, craving that deep, primal connection, desperate to take him all in. A sudden thump from upstairs made her jump, a small gasp escaping her lips before she could stop it. As Elara’s fingers grazed the book’s worn cover, a searing jolt shot through her, and in that instant, fragments of memories that weren’t her own flooded her mind. The weight of confusion pressed down on her as she tried to recall any signs they might have missed, any warnings or omens that could have prepared them for this slaughter. She could feel the swell growing larger, each heartbeat echoing through her core, drawing her closer to the precipice. The weight of each step a reminder of the monstrous power behind those massive paws. Elara crouched low, her back pressed against the wall listening to the heavy footsteps. She could feel herself teetering on the brink of climax.
