[The Healer's Hut—Continuation—Day]
The world beyond the healer's hut felt impossibly distant, but none of them mattered because Zeramet's golden gaze remained fixed on Levin. The room was drenched in Zeramet's black lotus pheromones and was wrapped around Levin like a snake.
Levin couldn't breathe and didn't want to breathe, not when Zeramet wouldn't stop kissing him. Not when every brush of lips felt like a promise burned into skin.
"Your lips..." Zeramet murmured, his voice deep as distant thunder rolling across the deserts of old empires. He traced his thumb along Levin's mouth, his golden gaze darkening. "By the heavens, Moonflower... they are sweeter than date wine served in the courts of kings."
Levin immediately flushed, his lashes lowered, and seeing him all shy, Zeramet's gaze only grew more dangerous, more fascinated, and more devoted.
"I cannot stop discovering that sweetness more myself, my moonflower."
