24: Clandestine

It was only the Titan force of his will that removed Andrew from her bedroom, a bower made enthrallingly luxurious by Evelyn’s divine grace—perfumed silk of her hair, luminous velvet of her skin—and drove him with brutal determination across their shared drawing room, into the miserable space of his own. A ravenous wolf clamored inside him, biting and clawing and tearing at his formidable but not unlimited self-discipline.

Ineffable, the extraordinary assault on his senses from a simple breathless moan when he’d tucked the errant tag of her gown and realized only the thin sheath of delicate fabric stood between him and quenching the most insatiable thirst he’d ever known.

Ooohh, how this clever design of his had backfired, he chuckled mirthlessly, pacing the ten-foot space of his sleeping quarters like the caged animal he’d been reduc