(Trigger Warning: This chapter contains explicit content and is intended for mature readers.)
My body was still trembling with aftershocks when I felt Rhys's weight shift above me. His eyes were dark with hunger, tracking every twitch of my muscles, every heaving breath I took. I'd never felt so exposed, so vulnerable—and yet I craved more.
"That was just the beginning," he growled, his voice rough with promise as his hands slid up my sides. "I've waited four years to have you like this."
I reached up to trace the sharp line of his jaw, my fingers trembling slightly. "Then don't make us wait any longer."
Something dangerous flashed in his eyes. "Are you sure? Because once I start, Elara, I won't be able to stop."
The challenge in his voice made my stomach flip. I knew I should hesitate—should think about what this meant for us beyond tonight—but my body was already answering for me, arching toward his touch.