Coraline offered a faint, dismissive smile, feigning indifference.
Shameless... utterly lewd...
Internally, however, she was seething, cursing Orion with every fiber of her being.
"Be my woman," Orion said, his voice dropping to a low rumble. "Do this, and I will carve out this entire maritime dominion as a fiefdom for our offspring."
The flippancy on Orion's face faded, replaced by a grounded solemnity. Before, his words had been mere teasing—a way to get under her skin—rather than born of actual lust. But now? The thought had genuinely taken root.
If smooth words could ensnare a Demigod, tempting her into his bed to bear his heirs, Orion would gladly sign away the territory before him.
Unfortunately, Coraline saw right through him and offered a ruthless rejection.
