Hendrick’s POV Her robe slipped through my hands like a promise. I undressed her slowly, reverent as a thief who’s finally allowed to take the rarest thing in the world. Every inch of her held me—every soft slope, every little freckle, the way moonlight pooled at the hollow of her throat. My wolf prowled just beneath my skin, claws scraping at my restraint, whimpering for release. “Goddess,” I breathed, and the word tasted like worship, as I saw her in this decadent ivory bodysuit that clung to her skin and wrapped every luscious curve in lace and silk. She watched me with that mix of daring and surrender I’d come to crave. I told her once—so many nights ago—that gentleness was foreign to me, that I’d lived hard and cruel and tipped at the edge of a blade. For her, the truth shifted. Something in me tried on gentleness like a new coat and it fit, awkward and sudden, then bared my fangs again. I kissed her until she was dizzy, until the world narrowed to the press of lips and th
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