ELIA
The first thing she was aware of was her arms and legs.
She was human again.
She breathed out in a great rush of relief, flexing her fingers and toes tentatively to test them. Yes. They were still there.
She was herself.
She didn't know for how long, but she was herself again.
Then she felt the solid steel warmth at her back and she froze instinctively, breathing in—all the scents of Reth—pine and rain, the furs, their bedchamber, and that unmistakable musk that was uniquely him.
Then a large, calloused palm, a hand large enough to circle her ankle, that had been cupped over her thigh began to slide up her body, following every ripple and valley, as the broad chest behind her began to vibrate against her back with a low groan of pleasure.
"Elia…" His voice was deep and resonant, his breath fluttered in her hair as he buried his nose in it, nuzzling her jaw. "Love…"
