Lila POV
I felt him smile against my neck. "Feel better?"
My heart was still racing, a wild, erratic rhythm that refused to slow. My breathing came shallow, each inhale catching somewhere between relief and need. "Much better," I whispered, my voice betraying the way my body still trembled beneath his touch.
"Good." He stepped back, and the sudden loss of his warmth made my knees weaken. His hand hovered near my waist for a split second, as if he knew I might fall, as if he enjoyed knowing it. "But that wasn't what you needed."
"It wasn't?" I glanced over my shoulder, my pulse hammering in my ears, my legs still unsteady as if he'd drained something vital from me and left me craving more.
"That should get you through the day," he said calmly, his voice deceptively composed, "but tonight, once the lights go out, I'll give you what you really need."
