Spicy Hot
My skin tingles, hypersensitive, and between my thighs, a shameful heat begins to pulse, betraying the excitement that mixes with the pain.
Kael didn't move. I feel it more than I see it, a dark presence in my peripheral vision, like a patient predator. His silence is worse than words, he observes, analyzes, and this invisible attention makes me shiver. Isadora doesn't look to know he's there. She plays for him now. , Do you see how she blushes? she says in his direction, without looking away from me. She hates it... and yet. His hand slides down my side, stopping just above my hip, where the skin is tenderest.
“Isn’t that right, Elara?” You hate it… but you want more.