Chapter 163: The Fucked Up Rivals
(Henry's POV)
The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the penthouse bedroom. My body ached—a reminder of last night's relentless passion. Four hours. And then some.
I blinked away the remnants of sleep, stretching slightly, only to realize something.
Nocturne was staring at me.
Lazily propped up on one elbow, her deep, mesmerizing eyes roamed over me with a gaze that was anything but innocent. Damn. Even after everything, she still had that insatiable hunger in her eyes.
The sheets barely covered her curves, and the way they draped over her body... it was unfair. Completely unfair.
A slow smirk tugged at my lips.
"Stop staring at me like that, or I might just eat you up again."
She arched an eyebrow, completely unbothered by my warning.
"Oh? And here I thought you were exhausted, my King."
I let out a low chuckle, reaching out to trace a lazy finger along her bare shoulder.