The moment Zafira vanished, Erina's breathing became worse, heavier as she struggled to endure Leonhardt's powerful pheromones. But then his hand brushed against her cheek, his touch making the stuffy ache vanish for a moment.
"Sorry, Erina. I cannot control them properly... and made you suffer."
'Don't be so kind to me...'
Erina didn't breathe. The shift—him sending Zafira away, staying with her instead—should've meant nothing. It could've meant nothing. But something about it made the heat under her ribs throb again.
This situation wasn't a victory.
It was danger.
Because now she was alone. With Leonhardt.
And he hadn't even touched her. But she was on the brink of climaxing. It was strange... the tingle filling her limbs and the pleasant warmth that built inside.
Erina's hands dug into the folds of her skirt.
