Marked and forsaken
His whole being lights up with a smile—only for it to falter when a brief gasp of pain escapes me.
“What?” he asks urgently, rising at once.
“Bending over made my ribs hurt,” I murmur.
“You’re not supposed to do that.” He eases me onto my back, his chest under my head, his heartbeat steady and deep beneath my ear.
This heartbeat… it’s different. Stronger, wilder.
I think males breathe differently when they’re in love.
🖤As Rauth’s heartbeat slowly steadies beneath me, my own mind reels. Thoughts cloud, pressing heavy, suffocating.
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