That night, Eiravyne lay in bed, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.
The kiss she had shared with Ilkar replayed in her thoughts, the intensity of it lingering like a persistent ember that refused to be extinguished.
Even though she knew the kiss was more about stopping her from commanding him than any genuine affection, it had ignited something within her—a sensation that burned hotter and deeper than anything she had ever felt before.
The feeling in her chest and stomach was like a wildfire, spreading to every part of her body.
It wasn't just a physical reaction; it was as if her entire being was aflame with a desperate yearning that she couldn't quite comprehend.
Her body felt electrified, and the aftereffects of the kiss made her skin tingle with an unfamiliar, unsettling pleasure.
Eiravyne lay there, staring at the ceiling in the dim light of the room.
