Rhea POV
I could see my reflection in his stormy grey eyes—pale, terrified, and yet… a part of me knew he was right. I just didn’t want to admit it.
His gaze finally left mine, and then I felt his lips pressing the curve of my neck before nibbling it, making me shiver.
“You smell nice. What is this?” he muttered, dragging his lips down to the curve of my collarbone.
“Scented oil,” I choked out, barely holding myself together.
“Hmm… I like it,” he whispered. “Use this more often.”
My breath hitched as his mouth left my neck for my breast. He wrapped his lips around it and began sucking hard. I gasped, my hand flying to the sheets for something—anything—to hold on to.
A hot flush spread under my skin as he bit lightly, then soothed the sting with his tongue. My body felt like it was b
