She swallowed hard, feeling a tingling in her lower body intensifying again. Settling between his thighs, she laid her hands on his chest first. Then, she ran her hands over his wide chest, broad shoulders, and thick arms, before removing his loose black shirt to bare his skin.
All this time, Rhaegar watched her in silence, his lips curled into a faint, knowing smile.
"Rhaegar," Lorelai's voice broke the quiet, trembling with nervous energy as her gaze shifted back to his face. "It's not fair... I want you... to remember me too."
Her words were soft yet bold, carrying an earnest longing. She wanted to leave a mark on him—a memory that would linger through the days and nights, even if he was with someone else. It was a daring hope, but she couldn't stop herself from dreaming.
