Chapter 85

Eleanor's eyes traveled slowly over Conaan's features, her hand resting delicately on the side of his face.

"Will you just stare at me that way?"

She nodded. "I may not have been staring at you enough. I want this image of you stamped in my memory, so even if I forget everything else, I will remember this."

He raised a small brow, before moving to lay next to her, his fingers running along her side.

"You mean, you want an image of me completely ridden by your desire?"

She gave a small chuckle. "It is not hurting anyone. Besides, I like it when you look at me that way."

"Like what?" He asked, moving slowly.

The spread she had made was still there, running cold, the darkness enveloping them.

"Like if you had your way, we could seal time and end forever right here, in my touch."

He said nothing for the longest time, his eyes taking her in. "Maybe this will make sense one day, Eleanor, even though I hope it would not, but...I have done ever