Chapter forty six
The golden mouth-watering pastries arranged on delicate porcelain plates smelled like heaven.
Yuta stared at several steaming dessert choices which were drizzled with honey and the centres filled with dried fruits.
His stomach should have been growling at the sight because he had never seen such an appetizing meal in his life, but instead, his throat felt raw and scratchy.
His face burned with heat as memories from the previous night continued to taunt him. He hadn't been able to get a wink of sleep, Lord Elrien's arm had been wrapped around him all night like a comfort toy while Yuta lay there cursing his misfortune.
It was better that he didn't think of how the demon Lord had made him shatter with pleasure before he'd unleashed such depravity.
Don't think about it, Yuta slapped both his cheeks firmly. Just don't think about what you swallowed.
