Wilthon kissed the corner of my mouth slowly before trailing downward, his lips brushing my jaw, my cheek, the sensitive spot beneath my ear.
A shaky breath escaped me instantly. Damn him. He noticed every reaction. I felt him smile faintly against my skin.
“Sensitive here, too?” he asked quietly.
I immediately covered my face with one hand. “Please stop talking.”
That only made him chuckle softly.
The sound vibrated warmly against my skin, strangely intimate in a way that made my entire body feel unbearably aware of him.
“You’re adorable when you’re flustered.”
“I am suffering.”
“You don’t look like you’re suffering.”
Because I wasn’t. That was the problem. I should have been more guarded. More careful. This marriage was supposed to be an arrangement. A calculated decision born f
