Let her have her husband for as long as she could, before he threw her out and locked the gates behind her. She would make love to him until her body could no longer take it. Yeah, if she were to be discarded, let her be burned into his memory first. Let her make herself unforgettable.
“Now,” Raellyn asked once Arnav had pulled back from her embrace, “I assume I’m allowed to touch you again?” Her voice low but steady. She kept her gaze locked onto his, refusing to break the tension. Her hands were still resting gently at the nape of his neck.
Arnav gave a nod once, the motion stiff.
With that small signal of permission, Raellyn let her fingers trail slowly from the base of his neck to the side of his temple with painstaking tenderness. Her touch was slow, reverent, as though she were me
