Chapter 98 - Daphne POV
I'm mindless as I dress, still dazed, my fingers clumsy as they fumble with the laces of the gown Jane has laid out for me. Something about the Duke wanting to speak to all his wives—whatever. I barely register her fussing over my hair, or the brief scolding about how wrinkled my shift was. My body moves out of habit, like it's been trained to get ready for noble events, but my mind? My mind is lost.
Lost in her.
Evelyn.
Her flushed face, the way she gasped my name, the tremble in her thighs as she came apart in my arms.
The warm scent of her skin. The way her fingers dug into my back as if to ground herself.
It's everything.
I've never been someone who needed to finish to feel satisfied. Watching her unravel, hearing her moan and whimper and beg—it lit something inside me. Something primal. Something possessive.
