Chapter 12 Bound In Thought And Flame

• Jenna’s body still ached—in the best way. Her limbs were heavy with satisfaction, her skin damp from sweat and moonlight, her pulse still thrumming in tandem with his. She lay curled against Alexander’s chest, his arm wrapped securely around her waist, the deep cadence of his breathing matching hers. Every brush of his fingers was like an echo of the bond that had claimed them, sacred, unbreakable, complete.
• She let her hand trail down his chest—slow, thoughtful—tracing each hard line of muscle like a path she’d walk again and again. Her cheeks flushed at how relaxed he looked, sprawled beside her, hair tousled, marked by her nails and her scent. The bite on her neck throbbed faintly, tingling with power and connection. It wasn’t just a mark—it was a promise.
• Then Alexander laughed.