Kapitel 462: Dark Times

GAHRYE

"We need to get you out of these clothes," Kalle whispered with a wicked smile as soon as he closed the door behind them. Her fingers were already on his buttons and flying. For a moment he let her because she kept kissing whatever triangle of his skin that appeared as she got the buttons undone, and he didn't know how many more times he would feel her lips on him, and he was too weak to say no.

But once she'd pushed his shirt off his shoulders and he'd kissed her, and her hands began to trail down his chest to the waistband of his leathers, he caught her wrists. He kept his eyes closed and stopped kissing her, resting his forehead on hers.

He could feel the tension snap into her. "Gahrye?" she whispered. "What is it? What's wrong?"

He swallowed hard. "Is… um, is Elia still—"

"She's still the lion."