Clara let herself be swept up by Gilas as she felt herself being dragged all the way back to their shared bedchamber. All the while, her mate constantly ran his hands through her body, making her feel heated enough to the point that once her back hit their bed, she was already wet and eager for him to enter her.
"Gilas… You're really going to do this now?" she weakly asked.
"As if you don't want it already yourself," he hoarsely whispered into her neck. "I can feel your emotions right now. You're burning just as hot as I am right now."
She could only nod in admittance. She really did mean what she just said to the Queen Mother earlier. If it meant that she could make two of the most precious people in her life happy, then she'll gladly do it. It also didn't help that she really did like Gilas so much now, perhaps even more so than she ever did for Darius even at the peak of her infatuation with her King.
