Chapter 89
Annalise
Sylus didn’t waste a second before pulling me onto his lap, his hands firm against my waist as I straddled him, my knees pressing into the plush cushions beneath us. My mind was a whirlwind, struggling to process everything—the evidence, the truth, the realization that Victor had been lying to me all along. But Sylus... Sylus was here, solid and real, his body warm beneath my fingertips.
Sylus’s lips brushed against my jaw, slow and deliberate, I felt something c***k inside me.
His touch was careful, restrained, but I could feel the heat beneath it, simmering just below the surface. The way his fingers traced over my spine, featherlight, sent a shiver coursing through me, awakening something primal in my bones. My hand found its way into his white hair, tangling bet
