[Leif's POV — Chamber — Continuation]
"Haa… huff—haa…"
My chest rose and fell, every breath ragged, every nerve in my body screaming exhaustion. I was tired. Tired as hell. And yet… when I looked at Alvar, when I saw those blue, burning eyes fixed only on me… I didn't want it to end.
I was sprawled weakly across the mattress when his warm hand cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing gently over my skin.
"Why are you this adorable, hmm?" he murmured, lips curving into that faint smile that melted and destroyed me all at once. "You're looking at me like this… and all I can think is that I haven't filled you nearly enough."
My throat tightened. I couldn't even form words—I just stared at him, dazed, trembling, unable to fight him, unwilling to.
He shifted, spreading my legs with the strength of his thighs, pressing his cock against me again. My breath hitched, sharp and desperate.
