Chapter 47 Die For Me, Thanatos Ch8
- She should be trembling.
- But she’s not.
- Even now, pressed naked against a pillar carved of soulstone, she stares me down like I’m the one about to be undone. Her breath fogs the chilled obsidian. Her nipples, taut and swollen, brush the stone with every shallow inhale. I’ve barely touched her, and already she’s wet. Already aching.