"Lilith," Hurd said, no doubt in His voice. — Let me finish, - the man's thumb ran along my neck, as if finding a barely noticeable scratch
— - Answer, - taking the man's hand, I leaned my bloody index finger to my lips. The most open wound is where his hand doesn't touch.
Letyan's cheekbones were set like steel, and his eyes were resolutely fixed on his lips, not daring to remove his hand from them. Warmth spread through my body, a languid languor twisted my lower abdomen.
Any word could destroy or change our lives irrevocably.
With one sharp movement, the man laid me down on the marble floor, hovering over me like a hunter over his prey.
The inside of his body shrank into the floor in fright, convulsively trying to straighten the sheet lying in the distance, which was impossible t
