Chapter 101 – Daelan POV
She tosses her shirt over her head, smooth and unbothered, like she hasn't just set the room on fire with one movement. The fabric lands somewhere behind her—I don't know where, and I don't care. My focus narrows, becomes razor-sharp.
Is the room even locked?
It doesn't matter. My goddess is kneeling on the bed in nothing but her infamous lacy lingerie—black, barely there, the kind she pretends is practical but only ever wears to torment me.
My mouth goes dry.
My hands fly to my belt, undoing it in one motion, and I toss it aside. It lands with a thud I don't register. I need to be seated for this.I glance around and drag a chair to the edge of the bed. Not too far, not close enough to touch. Just enough to suffer.
I sit.
She watches, one brow arched like a cat amused by its prey.
"Need more encouragement?" she asks, voice dripping with wicked amusement.
