Eiravyne just looked at Ilkar, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and confusion.
His intentions were never clear, and her exposed state made her feel extremely vulnerable. She hesitated, then said, "I thought... I only thought this marriage was based on you taking my blood for whatever reason."
She was stuttering under his golden gaze, feeling more like prey than a partner.
Ilkar smirked, a hint of amusement and something darker flickering in his eyes. "Do you think I would search for you this whole damn time to only get your blood? Eira, no offense, but your blood isn't that glamorous."
Eiravyne was deeply confused, her mind racing to comprehend his words.
He brushed her cheek with his index finger, the touch both tender and possessive. "This body is purely mine, and I am planning to explore it to the fullest."
The implication in his words was clear. He wasn't talking about her blood anymore.
