Lilith's POV
The car's parked at the manor's gate, but I barely notice. The cabin is silent except for our ragged breaths.
Night air seeps through the half-open window, carrying a cool, earthy scent, but it does nothing to cut the thick, heated tension inside.
The haze of desire fades, and Daegan slips back into his usual cool control.
His human form—pale skin, sharp features—looks almost too perfect, but his arms stay locked around me.
Even when he reaches for a tissue, he keeps me close, stretching to grab it.
I'm panting, nestled against his chest, unsure how to face him, so I just hide there. His fingers brush my thigh, gentle, like he's afraid to hurt me.
Still, every touch sparks a burning heat, making me flinch.
"Spread your legs."
His hand moves between my thighs, and
