In the village of Marrowden, shame was law. Elara was expected to obey—to lower her gaze, still her body, and swallow her hunger. But when she meets Jorah, a poet in exile, what begins as a whisper of defiance becomes a blaze that no one can contain.
The Fire Beneath Her Skin is my newest piece—a story about bodies as scripture, desire as rebellion, and the unapologetic act of saying yes.
This isn’t just a love story, though it is deeply romantic. And it’s not just about sex, though it’s unabashedly filthy. It’s about what happens when a woman refuses to be tamed. When she sheds not only her clothes but the shame stitched into her skin. When her pleasure becomes political.
This story lives at the crossroads of the sacred and the profane. You’ll find moaning and metaphor. Thrusts and scripture. A woman standing naked before her village and refusing to flinch.
It began as a single scene—a woman in a meadow, bare and unashamed—and bloomed into a full-bodied novella. I’ve divided it into five chapters, each tracing a stage of Elara’s awakening. From the first brush of lips in the old mill to the final cry of freedom echoing across the river, every moment is both tender and raw.
This is one of my most emotionally charged stories to date—and also one of the most explicit. If you’ve read my work before, you know I often write at the edge where vulnerability meets heat. This one leaps straight into the fire.
—Eric