"Zara… you… you are weak," Denzal said, struggling to speak as her unusual closeness made it difficult for him to breathe. His ever-steady composure faltered, and he found it hard to control himself.
She smiled at the concern in his tone. Somewhere, she was amused to see him prioritizing her health over his desire.
"Am I?" she whispered, her fingers tracing a delicate pattern across his cheek. He closed his eyes, savoring the heat of her touch.
"My Luna, this is not the right time for this. You're still healing," he said in a deep, gruff voice. His tone was strained, already affected by her sensual touch. He clenched his jaw as her hand stroked his abs.
"I know what I want, my king. Right now, I want… you," she said with an unexpected seductive tone. Even she was surprised by her own boldness, something she had never dared before. Yet, she seemed to be mastering it effortlessly. Her words were enough to make him lose the last thread of his control.
