*Runze's POV*
I stare at him.
My face burns so badly I can't even answer, my mouth opening and closing without a single sound coming out.
Bael smiles again—a slow, dangerous curve of his lips that turns my blood to liquid fire. He doesn't give me time to pull away or hide my face. Instead, he leans down, his mouth catching the heated shell of my ear, nipping gently at the sensitive lobe before dragging his warm, wet tongue along the rim.
"Uhhn..." A soft gasp escapes me at the sudden sensation.
"So red," Bael rumbles into my ear, his hand sliding down to the waistband of my sleep pants.
His fingers hook into the fabric and pull, slowly peeling the damp pants down my thighs, past my knees, until he tosses them off the edge of the mattress entirely. The cool morning air hits my bare legs, making my skin goosebump instantly, but the chill vanishes the second Bael's bare body hovers over mine again.
He hooks his hands under my knees and gently pushes my legs apart.
