The room was heavy with the scent of jasmine and candle wax, the air thick with an electric tension that seemed to hum against Caelen's skin. The flickering glow of the candles cast long, wavering shadows across the walls, painting the scene in hues of amber and gold. Reina stood at the foot of the bed, her body a vision of temptation, one leg propped forward on the edge of the mattress, her smooth thigh exposed where her skirt had ridden up. Her lips, full and glossy, parted slightly as she leaned in, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper that sent a shiver down his spine. "So tell me, Caelen—what will you taste first?"
Caelen's throat tightened, his eyes tracing the curve of her leg, the way her skin gleamed in the low light. Exhaustion weighed on him, his muscles still aching from the day's battles, but the sight of her stirred something primal. "Reina, I'm beat," he said, his voice rough, a half-hearted protest. "I think I'll pass tonight."
