The air between us hadn’t cooled. Every movement I made reminded me of him, of his hands, his mouth, the way he had pressed into me until I had no control left. My chest rose unevenly, each breath shallow, sharp, as if it were still trying to chase after him. I pressed my palms against the mattress, grounding myself, but even that failed. The sheets beneath me carried the memory of him; the scent of him clung to the fibers like smoke. Kael’s presence across the bed was magnetic, impossible to ignore. His gaze didn’t leave me, smoldering, teasing, holding me captive even as he let me breathe. I could feel the heat radiating from him, the slow, deliberate rhythm of his chest as he watched me unravel, waiting for me to admit just how much I had already lost to him. “You’re trembling,” he said softly, and the words wrapped around me like a tether. His eyes flicked over me with something quiet but feral, a hunger that didn’t need to announce itself because it already owned me. “I—” My
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