His voice trembled when he whispered, "What are you doing?"
But she didn't answer right away. Her lashes fluttered, lips trembling, chest rising in a soft, uneven breath. Her eyes met his—shining, red-rimmed, not just from lust but pain. Shame. Something far deeper.
"Am I not good enough?" she asked, the words barely more than a breath, like they hurt coming out. Her voice cracked, and her gaze dropped for the first time—down her own body, as if suddenly ashamed of offering it.
And that's when Vex blinked, slowly. His head tilted slightly, eyes trailing downward—not out of hunger, but something closer to disbelief.
Her breasts were right there—exposed, flushed, trembling with each of her shuddering breaths. Not perfect, not painted in magic light, but real. Real and aching and begging to be seen.
He stared.
