Velvet’s POV The bathroom in Zavian’s office was a sanctuary of marble and glass, the air thick with steam that curled from the open shower like a seductive invitation. It's 10 PM and we finally wake up to bathe in case we want to go again later in the night. He led me here. I stood naked beneath the cascading water, my skin flushed from the heat of our sex, droplets trailing down my curves. My nipples hardened as the cool air met her heated flesh, I tilted my head back, my hair clinging to my shoulders, wet. Zavian’s gaze dropped on me, cascading like he never knew me before, so he's smitten. His eyes grew darker, hungrier, as he stepped closer, his muscular frame glistening under the water. He cast a dominating aura by just being here, beside me. His scent, it swirled deep into the atmosphere such that I could notice. He screamed a dark, seductive, Alpha power. A soft kind of dark. Not too cold but gentle, yet in his gentleness, the darkness unveiled. “You’re mine, Velvet,
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