Velira jolted—her breath breaking into a hushed cry—as she clutched his chest tightly. Pressing closer, clinging, trembling, she sank her teeth into his shoulder, leaving a mark.
In response, Eren's breath hitched. The sharp sting of her bite stirred something deep, and a groan escaped his lips.
The sudden movement stirred Mira from her sleep once more. Her eyes fluttered open—to find herself face-to-face with Eren's bare shoulder muscles, rising and falling beneath the dim glow.
It struck her then—how much she needed him.
Especially after last night.
A warm flush bloomed inside her as she became aware of the dampness gathering at the bottom of her gown. Slowly, she slid a hand down—and paused when her fingers found the soaked patch. Drawing them back up, she stared at her hand.
Her fingers glistened.
And she simply looked at them, breath shallow, heart pounding.
