Chapter 98
The night sets in, and despite the festive mood around the palace, Emilia was dead tired.
She wasn't sure how long they were in bed for but she could tell it wasn't an hour or two.
Her feelings had taken complete control over her earlier and she didn't hold back a bit.
To say that Lucas didn't exactly leave her with a choice.
His arm curved around her waist even after hours.
His chest rise slowly and the fall of his breath brushes the nape of her neck.
The silk sheets pool around her legs, tangled and heated from the night before, while faint winter light creeps through the half-drawn curtains, pale and silver against the carved pillars of the bed.
Her body remembers it first.
The way she fits into him, the way his hand rests possessively at her middle, the way his thigh anchors her in place as though sleep has not loosened his hold in the slightest.
Emilia dragged her eyes opened slowly.
Her lashes flutter.
