The sheer scandal, the forbidden nature of it, twisted her desire into something fierce and overwhelming. She tried to maintain her composure, to keep her voice steady as she spoke to Cerys, who was still obliviously chatting ahead. But each word trembled with barely contained longing, each breath carrying a faint, muffled gasp.
The forest shimmered, the silver leaves dancing in the wind, and then the image dissolved.
Serelith gasped, the monocle slipping from her fingers, clattering against the soft carpet. Her chest heaved, her cheeks painted with a fierce blush. Her violet eyes were wide, shock and lingering heat burning within them.
