Too delicate.
And the breadth of him.
I could never.
Is that why he is always gentle?
Is that why he never takes me like this?
Her mouth opened to cry out, to scream, to flee, but Shu’Khan’s hand closed around her upper arm. Firm. Inescapable.
“Be still,” hesaid, voice low. “Watch.”
She ripped her arm out of his grasp. “I don’t want to—”
“Then why haven’t you looked away?”
Because I want him to take me like that.
Unrestrained.
Wild.
All of him.
Not just his gentleness, but this…this…
And then she saw his eyes.
Not blue.
Not her bottomless azure.
Red.
Like fresh blood, spilled while the heart still beat inside the body.
The pupils thin slits.
Something monstrous.
Somethingelse.
Her heart stuttered, not from pain—
But fromrecognition.
The moment her Manasight flared, everything was clear. This was neither a hunger ritual nor a brutal rite of mana exchange.
It washim.
The bloodlust.
The madness.
The one rune that would never let her Weave it.
Vargrún.
