Kylian came to my room later than usual that night.
The mansion was already quiet, most lights turned off. I had been lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, when the door opened. He stepped inside without a word, his face shadowed in the moonlight coming through the window. He looked tired, but there was something different in his eyes tonight — something heavier.
He walked to the bed and pulled me up slowly. His kiss was deep and unhurried. The sparkles ignited between us the moment our lips touched, warm and intense. I melted into him even as my mind screamed at me to stay guarded.
He undressed me carefully, his hands moving over my skin with a strange kind of patience. When he laid me down and entered me, it was slow — achingly slow. He filled me completely, stretching me in that fami
