Kael’s hand hovered near her face, fingers just brushing a strand of hair from her forehead. He didn’t touch fully—yet—but the tension, the promise, was enough to make her pulse spike. “You feel that?” he murmured. “The Veil, your power… it’s stronger when you embrace it. When you embrace me.”
Her lips parted, and her voice trembled slightly. “I… I feel it.”
He leaned closer, close enough that his heat pressed against hers. “Good,” he whispered, voice rougher now. “You should feel it. Every pulse, every shiver… let it remind you how alive you are. How much power you have. And how much you want.”
Alina’s chest rose and fell quickly. Her mark glimmered faintly, shadows swirling in response to the tension. She wanted to move, to reach for his c**k, to bridge the distance—but Kael held her
