But even those had done little beyond leaving her body feverish, her womb tingling with dull heat and no true craving.
Yet… back in that room, with Leon standing there fresh out of the washroom, hair damp, that mark glimmering faintly on his arm, something inside her had sparked.
Not just warmth. Hunger.
Her throat tightened as she remembered it. 'I clearly felt like eating him back there.'
The thought alone made her ears redden. She let out a quiet breath, half flustered, half fascinated. 'So that's what lust feels like.'
The air outside the quarters was cooler, helping her steady herself as she continued down the hall. There would be time to think about this later, maybe even… test it, if she dared. But right now, she couldn't afford distraction.
They were heading out soon. And whatever awaited them in Harlot's Paradise would demand every ounce of focus she had.
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