Her own arousal.
Warm. Sweet and embarrassingly potent.
Theo's eyes widened, and her entire soul nearly left her body. Theo slapped a hand over her mouth, mortified, staring up at him with a shock so intense she could barely breathe.
Sylas's gaze dropped to her reaction immediately, his pupils blown wide, "Venom," he rasped, his voice almost unrecognisable, "Why are you..."
Her blush reached her ears, and she turned her face away, but his fingers slid beneath her chin, pulling her firmly back to him.
"Say it," he murmured, his voice low enough to melt bone, "Tell me what you smelled,"
Theo's breath broke, "M-my… my scent,"
"And?" His thumb stroked once across her jaw, "You realised I smelled it too,"
Her heart was a panicked drumbeat, "Yes,"
"Is that why you're trembling?" He asked again.
She couldn't even hide it.
