[Location: 99th Floor Of Vampire King's Castle]
Camilla's figure was erotic in every frikkin' way, as just having her seated on my lap shifted the air itself—like the castle had leaned closer, curious but careful not to intrude.
Her weight was light. Not fragile—controlled. Intentional.
The faint warmth of her body bled through the layers between us, a contradiction to the cool poise she usually carried like armor. Her hands, still looped around my neck, were steady now. No tremble. No doubt. Just the quiet certainty of a queen who had already decided the shape of her future.
The rune circle beneath us pulsed once.
Then again.
Low. Slow. Like a heartbeat syncing to something older than blood.
Camilla inhaled softly, close enough that I could feel it along my jaw. "Do not move," she murmured. "The circle reads intent as much as action."
"I'm being very cooperative," I replied, keeping my voice light. "You're the one sitting on me."
