Chapter Eighty-two Thalina The door clicked shut behind us, and for a moment, I just stood still—barely breathing. My heart pounded so loud I was sure he could hear it. My body was already aware, already aching. I hadn’t even looked at him, but I could feel his gaze all over me—possessive, tender, hungry. Then I turned. And I saw it. The chamber. Our room. Soft golden light glowed from sconces mounted on the stone walls, their flames dancing gently. The bed—large, luxurious, and wrapped in deep crimson sheets—sat at the end of a long path… a path lined with rose petals. Deep red, velvety petals scattered deliberately from the door to the bed, weaving a trail of devotion and desire. Around the corners of the chamber, scented candles burned slowly, their faint lavender and sandalwood aroma curling in the air like whispered promises. It was breathtaking. All of it. Not just because of the roses or the candles or the sheets, but because he had done this. For me. For us. A tremb
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