"Kael," Eleonor whispered breathlessly against his lips, her voice low, charged with emotion and restrained desire. "Should we go... somewhere else?..."
He hesitated.
His golden eyes, still trembling from the moment of surrender, lowered for a moment, and his voice came out almost in a whisper "I... I don't know if... if I'm ready. I mean... my body... is still..."
Eleonor understood even before he finished. A slight smile, tender and mischievous, appeared on her lips as she rested one of her hands on his face, caressing it with deep affection, like someone touching something precious... or long-awaited.
"Ah, my sweet Kael..." she murmured, her voice laden with affection and something more... something ancient, almost ritualistic. "You're so cute when you're hesitating... too bad there's no middle ground with me"
