Giving up control around Eiran was a habit she didn't cultivate on her own.
Alyna didn't know when it became second nature to follow his lead outside of the professional setting.
Now they were in bed and Alyna, who was quite dissatisfied by his lack of initiatives, was being led into a direction she never ventured in before.
And honestly? It was as terrifying as it was exciting.
Eiran sunk lower and lower once he covered every bit of her skin on the neck with his mark. Her shirt was off without her knowledge, leaving her exposed to his eyes.
"You have scars." He whispered over the curve of her chest. He traced the medley of scars on her torso and sides.
"Battle scars." She managed to mumble between gasps.
Her breath hitched when he pulled her chin down. Their eyes locked in a
