Chapter 87 – Evelyne POV
"...Don't stop."
The words leave me before I can pull them back, soft but shaking—like my chest might cave in around them. A plea.
She doesn't stop.
Daphne moves with that same maddening confidence I've only ever seen in soldiers or saints.
The top of my nightdress is tugged down in one motion, the fabric rustling like a secret in the dark. My breath catches. I should be ashamed—but I'm not. Not when her gaze darkens like a storm passing over the sea, like I've just become the center of it.
"Gods," she murmurs, and her thumb grazes the top of my chest.
My skin is already aching for her—every breath feels like it drags against the inside of my ribs. She leans down slowly, deliberately, and kisses just above my heart. Then lower.
Then lower still.
The press of her mouth to my skin makes me arch without thinking.
"Sensitive?" she teases, warm breath fanning across a place I've never let anyone touch.
"Good."
