Lira. Cerys.
The flicker of torchlight caught in their wide, unblinking eyes—too near, too visible, too obvious.
They had seen everything.
His heart lurched, his body frozen between the terrible knowledge of their presence and the unbearable pleasure still gripping him. His breath came ragged, his body locked in a rhythm too far gone to stop.
Too deep.
Too much.
Too late.
His gaze met Lira's—her chest heaving, her gloved hand trembling where it clutched the doorframe, her lip caught between her teeth in a desperate attempt to contain the whimper trembling there.
His gaze met Cerys's—her posture taut, her breath sharp, her hands clenched as though bracing for a blade, yet her eyes burned with a fire that betrayed her—curiosity, envy, undeniable heat.
And they did not turn away.
They did not leave.
