Erebus's body froze, his face still buried in her nape, his heated breath brushing against her delicate skin.
"You're not allowed to flee. We need to talk," she insisted, refraining from using his name, as he often preferred to evade her when she did.
His hands slowly released their grip on her, and he heard her firm voice once more, "Let go of me and listen to what I want to say."
In the darkness, the tall figure retreated, and Seren finally felt a sense of relief as she could breathe more comfortably. Although she couldn't see him in the absence of light, she could discern his dark silhouette on the bed, sitting between her widely parted legs.
In the darkness, she couldn't help but wonder if he could see her nakedness. It wasn't Drayce but Erebus, a different presence altogether, and it made her feel vulnerable.
