"One more round?"
Kael asked.
Freya didn't hesitate, her usual guarded restraint gone, replaced by a raw honesty that felt both foreign and freeing.
"Yes," she said, the word spilling from her lips, simple and certain, her hips grinding subtly, seeking him instinctively.
Kael's grip loosened, giving her space, and she turned to face him, her naked body glowing in the kitchen's dim blue light, the garter belt and stockings framing her curves like a lingering echo of their game.
Her face was softer now, no longer the uptight mask of a queen or the tear-streaked mess of moments ago.
A completely different person, whom he was meeting for the first time. Maybe her true self as he asked for.
Her blue eyes, clear and searching, locked onto his, drinking in his features—his sharp jaw, the faint stubble, the warmth in his gaze that promised more than lust.
