Chapter 14: A Passionate Night (R-18)
The room was soaked in moonlight—soft silver casting long shadows over stone walls and velvet curtains. The house was warm, filled with the faint scent of lavender and remnants of raw magic. But all I could focus on was her.
Synthia.
Her red hair stuck around her back as she lay on the bed facing me. Her eyes slightly averted she adjusted the robe that had slipped halfway down her shoulders.
Did I mention she carried me here while I was knocked out? Like I was a princess?
(No, Host. You didn’t. And maybe now’s not the time for sarcasm. There’s a half-naked woman in front of you, and why are you still talking to a system? ╥﹏╥ )
"Not now," I muttered mentally. "You’re on standby."
(Hmph.)
I gently removed her robe and there it away. Underneath, she wore only a white bra and matching panties—simple, but the way they clung to her made it feel like sin. The moonlight clung to her skin, tracing the soft outlines of her curves. Seeing her like that, so vulnerable, made my breath hitch.
"I can feel your eyes," she said without looking at me.
"You should feel more than that."
She glanced back, eyes shimmering. "Is that a threat?"