A few hours earlier, back in the Moonshade estate.
The sun hadn't fully come up yet. Just a bit of soft light was peeking through the tall windows, brushing against the curtains.
Ethan shifted under the covers, still half-asleep.
Something felt… warm. And wet.
He blinked slowly, his body stirring before his mind caught up. Then he felt a soft hand on his thigh… and a warm mouth easing down on him.
He froze for a second. "...Elowen?"
A quiet hum came from under the blanket.
"Morning," she said softly, lips brushing against him. "Don't move. Just relax."
Ethan let out a slow breath, sinking deeper into the pillow. "You always wake people up like this?"
"No," she said with a light laugh. "Only you."
She didn't rush. She took her time—her lips and tongue moving slowly, like she'd planned this.
Like she wanted this to be perfect.
Ethan's hand slid down, fingers gently threading through her hair.
