He carries me to the bed like I weigh nothing.
The leather is cool against my back, but the air is fire, thick with the scent of him.
✧ The shirt hangs in tatters, barely clinging to my shoulders.
My n*****s harden under his gaze, traitors..
✧ Caim doesn’t move.
He just watches.
✧ Like a predator deciding which part of the prey to devour first.
His horns cast long shadows across the wall, curling like black flames.
✧ I swallow, throat dry.
My legs shift, trying to close, but his knee wedges between them, spreading me open.
✧ “You’re trembling,” he says, voice a low rumble that vibrates in my ribs.
Not a question.
✧ I nod, small, helpless.
My hands twist in the sheets, knuckles white.
✧ He leans down, slow, deliberate.
His mouth hovers over mine, not kissing, just breathing.
