Her expression softened as she reached out to touch his hand. "You wouldn't hurt me, Alaric. You're always so careful."
He looked at her, guilt flickering in his dark eyes. "Careful? Salviana, I walked away from our bed this afternoon because I was scared. I got carried away and—hurt you without realizing it."
Her lips curved into a gentle smile. "It's fine. I enjoyed it."
"That doesn't mean I do," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Promise me something."
"What?"
"If I ever go too far, you'll stop me. No hesitation."
She nodded, her gaze steady. "I promise."
They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of the conversation settling between them. Then, as if to ease the tension,
Alaric reached across the table, his cool fingers brushing against her cheek.
"You're fine now?" he asked softly, his thumb grazing her skin.