Seeing Deirdre’s tenderness and worry about him, Kyran began to feel hot, and that heat seemed to have gone up and out through his throat.

“Deirdre.”

Deirdre seemed to be aware of something when she heard Kyran’s husky voice. She froze and felt the strength Kyran used to hug her gradually increasing as he pulled her tighter into his embrace.

Deirdre looked at him nervously. Her prey-like eyes, and her blushing face were more delicate than the blooming roses. Her stiffened body seemed to be aware of what was going to happen and appeared to be seducing Kyran.

He almost couldn't help thinking of Deirdre’s face frowning under him. His black eyes became burning hot, and he repeated calling her name over and over again.

“Deirdre.

“Deirdre.

“Deirdre.”

“I—”

When Deirdre was about to answer, a pair of lips covered and pressed against hers, stopping her from answering.

Kyran was shivering, feeling the joy of regaining what was lost and the nervousness that it might not last long. Ther