CALEB’S POV The line between right and wrong blurred the moment her legs wrapped around my waist, pinning me against the balcony railing. Isabella's breath hitched in short, ragged bursts, her body pressed flush against mine, still slick with sweat from the sparring session that had ignited this fire. Talon stirred restlessly in my mind, a low growl urging me forward, drowning out the rational voice that screamed wrong. She was my blood—my cousin, a distant tie I'd unearthed from Vanessa and Veron recently. I'd buried that secret deep, but now, with her arching into my touch, it didn't matter. Nothing did because I love her. I trailed my lips down her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a blooming red mark, and Talon rumbled possessively: Claim her. She's ours.Her shirt came off in a frenzy, the fabric tearing slightly as I yanked it over her head. Her full breasts heaved with each desperate inhale, and I captured one nipple between my lips, sucking it taut before grazing it with
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