Some things were bound to come back and haunt you for the rest of your life.
As Severine blinked at the ceiling, she felt that this was exactly one of those moments.
Not her act of sprawling over the sheets itself, but the events leading up to that state.
A flush crept up her neck, staining her ears and nape.
What was I thinking? Letting Killian do all of that to me?
The worst part? She was left gasping, her thighs trembling, while Killian hadn't lost a single article of clothing.
Perhaps out of shame, or maybe lingering anger, she had bitten his neck.
The young lord had only answered with a deep groan—one that sounded nothing like the pained cry she had intended to elicit.
On the contrary, the glint in his eyes told her that he was rather enjoying it.
"I'll bathe you," he had said, smiling from ear to ear as if he had just won several major projects at once.
Before a protest could even reach her tongue, he had pressed a kiss to her lips, stealing her breath all over again.
