Chapter 20 Caelum

• Aria’s look of surprise sends a comforting chill down my spine. That expression in her eyes, the confused yet anxious gleam, takes me back to that night five years ago. The memory of her skin against mine, the way her body molded to mine, floods my mind with overwhelming intensity. I can hear her heartbeat quicken with the shock of seeing me, the rhythm of it resonating like music, pulling me back to the past.
• What is it about this human that draws me in so much? Her brown eyes meet mine with such a mix of emotions that I wonder if it’s the memories from five years ago. There’s something irresistible in the way she carries herself, as if every movement is crafted to capture my attention. Her curves, once explored with eager hands, still tempt me in a primal, visceral way. Her scent, intoxicating and heady, seems to stir my lycan side with an intensity I’ve never felt before, not even with Seraphina, my wife.
• "Your Majesty," Aria finally composes herself, trying to hide her nerves, but the tremor in her voice and the way she wipes her hands on her pants, as if erasing some invisible trace of weakness, tell me I’m getting to her.