Violet
I couldn't believe what was happening. I couldn't believe I was letting this happen. His tongue was hot on my inner thigh, tracing the tear with slow, careful strokes. My entire body had gone rigid with shock.
"You should focus on the wound," he murmured against my skin, his breath ghosting over the wet trail he had left. "You can use your energy. It will speed up the healing."
Focus?!
How was I supposed to focus when he was doing this?!
What was he even doing?!
The syzygy stirred in my chest, restless, hungry, and already reaching for him like it had been waiting for this moment. Terror shot through me. If I focused more on it now when he was doing this—
His tongue dragged across my skin again.
It pressed flat against my inner thigh, tracing a searing hot path that sent a shudder through my legs.
'No…'
My hands started to tremble.
The itching was fading. I could feel it reducing with each pass of his tongue, but something else was building up in its place.
