Chapter 218
Daphne
Well.
I'm not complaining.
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Nima
I'm now embarrassed for totally different reasons.
What is this.
I can't breathe.
Every nerve in my body locks as I freeze, trying desperately to process what's happening. The heat of her body seeps into mine, silk brushing my bare skin, her heartbeat maddeningly steady where mine is all frantic chaos. My thoughts spin, tangling in panic and shame until finally—finally—my brain kicks in.
Move. I have to move.
I push against her, trying to slide off, but her hand drops firmly to my waist, holding me in place like I weigh nothing at all. The touch isn't rough, but it's unshakable. My stomach twists at the strength in her fingers, the ease with which she pins me.
And then—her tail.
It curls around my leg, smooth and deliberate, tightening with a slow, possessive squeeze. I shiver, helpless, trapped in more ways than one.
