Chapter 6 Hungry

• THE HEAVY DOOR clicked shut behind Waldemar, the sound reverberating through the luxurious chamber like the final clang of a dungeon gate. Selene was alone, but she’d never felt less free. The air still hummed with Waldemar's scent, a pervasive reminder of his presence, his touch, and the terrifying, undeniable pull of the Moonbind.
• She remained frozen, huddled against the headboard, clutching the silk comforter like a shield. Her ankle still burned where his thumb had traced those slow, sensual circles, and the heat in her core, that insidious craving, was a restless, growing ember. She hated it. Hated her body’s traitorous response to his touch, to his very proximity.
• "Hungry for me," he'd said. The words echoed in her mind like a curse. "The only thing I'm hungry for is freedom," she whispered bitterly to the empty room. The sun was rising, painting the room in soft golds and rosy hues, but her stomach churned with something far more primal than hunger for food. It was a deep, aching void, a yearning for him that shocked and terrified her.