บท 70: Trust

ELRETH

Throat. He had her by the throat!

Every hair on her body stood up. Every muscle went rigid.

She grabbed at him, to push him away, her heart thudding against her chest, but in the same moment he pulled her hips against him and opened his mouth on her, he flattened his tongue there, and her skin pebbled, the tingling washing down her arm.

He huffed the mating call against her skin and she felt it echo in her chest.

But she still hadn't relaxed.

"Elreth," he rasped, still tasting her skin. "Do you trust me?"

"Y-yes, but—" she gasped. She clapped a hand to his neck, uncertain if she was about to push him away, or hold him there.

He had her throat!