Roisin
The air was thick with silence, the heat of the moment still lingering between us, but the reality of what had just happened hit me like a cold wave. My chest rose and fell as I struggled to catch my breath, my pulse still racing. I was straddling him, my thighs pressed against his hips, my body humming with the aftermath of everything we had just done.
And then it hit me.
What had I done?
I looked down at Visaris, his eyes half-lidded, a mixture of desire and something else—something darker—flickering beneath the surface. His hands, which had just gripped my hips with such urgency, slowly loosened their hold, as if he realized it too. We had crossed a line, one we couldn’t uncross, and now, we were both left to deal with the consequences.
"Roisin..." His voice was low, rough,
