Luna Sutton turned around to meet those fiery silver eyes, her heartbeat involuntarily accelerating, and impulsively said, "I want..."
Corbin Crowley's Adam's apple rolled as he suddenly picked her up horizontally and strode into the depths of the dense forest.
This was their specially chosen "love nest," far from the noise of the tribe, yet not as conspicuous as the lakeside or the cliff.
The surroundings were obscured by thick shrubs, and vibrant wildflowers bloomed on the ground, their fragrance mixed with the scent of grass and trees permeating the air.
The grass was covered with soft beast skins, with two torches stuck in the corners; their flames flickered and danced in the night, casting a hazy light, quiet and cozy yet secretive.
