He lifted his head, staring into her eyes. “Did I ever tell you that you smell like a burning star?” “What?” “Your scent, it’s like a burning star. Like your soul itself was made from a swirling storm of fire and iron. It’s intoxicating, Veralie.” He placed a kiss on her stomach, and her heart fluttered. “There is nothing about you that does not draw me in. You never have to second guess with me. I know intimacy is new for you, and there is not a single part of me that is not aware of how fucking lucky I am to be the one to experience and show you.”
