The room was vast, warm, and bathed in a soft, intoxicating golden ambiance. A large stone hearth built into the far wall crackled quietly, casting long, swaying shadows of amber light across the room.
The air inside was thick, fragrant, and deeply sensual… carrying the rich aroma of burning cedar, crushed night-blooming orchids, and the unmistakable, subtle heat of her personal essence.
The floor was covered in thick, pristine white mammoth pelts that muffled every sound. Along the walls hung ancient, hand-woven tapestries depicting primeval hunts, while carved wooden shelves held rare mineral crystals and polished bone ornaments.
But Sol's gaze didn't linger on the tapestries or the crystals.
His crimson eyes locked instantly onto the center of the room.
There, raised upon a low, wide platform of polished dark wood, was a massive wooden bed draped in layers of thick, snow-white pelt furs.
And reclining casually across those white furs was Veylara.
