What am I doing?Why am I not pushing him away?
His hand cupped her cheek. Warm. Steady. Impossibly gentle for someone who'd just spent twenty minutes verbally eviscerating her.
And she leaned into it.
Leaned into it.
Like a woman starving for touch she hadn't let herself want. Like a dragon who'd forgotten what warmth felt like until someone reminded her.
He stepped closer.
Close enough that their bodies almost touched. Close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off him, could smell that intoxicating scent even stronger now, could see the pulse jumping in his throat.
"Use me," he breathed.
She blinked.
"Use my presence. Use my chaos. Use everything I'm about to become." His thumb traced her cheekbone. "I'm going to make sure you're free, Dravenna. And I'm going to protect you."
She wanted to scoff.
Wanted to slap sense into him.
