[Elves' Guest Room—Night—Leif's POV]
And then, his lips curved in a raw, hungry smile. His forehead pressed to mine as he whispered, low and husky, "Tonight… I want you to moan my name, Leif."
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. . .
I blinked.
Blinked again.
My brain stalled like a broken wagon wheel. His words echoed in my skull like a drum, heating my face until it felt like steam might burst out of my ears.
"WHA—WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY!?"I squeaked, scrambling off his lap so fast I nearly tripped over the blanket.
My knees wobbled, my heart felt like it wanted to break out of my ribs, and I pointed a trembling finger at him. "Y-You—you can't just—say things like that so shamelessly!"
He tilted his head, blue eyes smoldering with amusement, as if my panic was the funniest thing in the world.
"You—!" I grabbed the nearest pillow and hugged it to my chest like a shield, fanning my burning cheeks with my free hand. "That wasn't flirting—that was filthy! Do you even realize how bold you sound?"
