Aurelia Delensar had never felt such overwhelming force before. The sheer disparity in strength between her and the knight was undeniable. Every struggle, every resistance, was swallowed whole in the heat of their encounter. Her small hands beat against his chest, her palms reddening with the effort, but it was like striking a wall of iron—unyielding, immovable.
Desperate, she reached for Caelum Valtaris’s hair, her slender wrist easily caught and twisted. With one hand, he pinned her arms above her head, pressing her against the cold, unyielding door. Her breath hitched, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she was forced to meet his gaze.
The delicate petals of the Crimson Bloom opened wide, offering themselves to the beast. Aurelia finally surrendered, her futile struggles ceasing. Just a
