Pausing to analyze Eva's features, he couldn't suppress the flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes.
"What have you done to me, Eva? Normally, I would've..." His voice trailed off, his words laden with unspoken implications.
He shook his head, as if trying to dispel the unsettling thoughts that had crept into his mind. "Forget it," he muttered, the frustration evident in his tone. "It doesn't matter now."
As the hours stretched on, Xylon's attention remained solely focused on Eva.
His fingers traced endless patterns along the curve of her neck, his touch gentle yet purposeful.
With each motion, he observed her closely, his gaze scanning every inch of her form for any sign of discomfort or distress.
Every sob, every moan elicited a sharp pang of concern, driving him to redouble his efforts to ensure her comfort.