"Haa..."
Her body flinched in his arms, a sharp tremor running through her like a current, her breasts heaving against his chest with the sudden intake of breath.
'N-no, I need to know... why.' She bit her lip—visible through the gossamer veil—before lifting her silver eyes to meet his, wide and searching, like pools of liquid moonlight reflecting his own crimson gaze.
"What exactly do you want?" she asked, her voice soft but edged with quiet defiance, the words vibrating against his skin where her lips nearly brushed his neck.
So he didn't understand exactly why he was doing all that, including saving her. Even though he claimed it was for her body, in the end, if she could recall, there was not even a hint of her beauty that any man would dare to lay his eyes on.
In a sense, she was humiliated.
