SOREN
I stayed on my knees long after I should have risen.
Watching her. Devouring her with my eyes.
The way she gathered herself, smoothing the fabric of her robe with hands that trembled just slightly, adjusting the fall of her hair, rebuilding that perfect mask of composure she wore like armor. But I saw right through it. Fuck, I saw it all, every crack in her pretense screaming how badly she wanted this.
The flush staining her cheeks, a deep crimson glow in the flickering torchlight, spreading down her neck like an invitation to bite. Her breaths came too quick, too shallow, her tits rising and falling under that robe, nipples hardening against the silk, I could almost taste them, stiff and begging for my tongue.
And her eyes.
Gods, her eyes.
They smoldered now, not with that fiery rage or sharp malice she wielded like a blade. This was fire, primal, scorching lust that mirrored the throb in my veins. It pulled at me, made my core tighten with need.
