It was well past midnight when the air in Esmeralda’s bedroom grew thick and warm, carrying a scent of musk, spice, and raw temptation. Esmeralda stirred under her thin sheet, wearing only a loose black tank top and tiny lace panties. Her skin felt hot, her nipples already stiff against the fabric.A deep, velvety voice slid through the darkness like silk.“You’ve been dreaming about me again, haven’t you, Esmeralda?”She bolted upright, heart hammering. A tall, dangerously beautiful man stood at the foot of her bed. His skin had a subtle golden glow, tousled black hair framed sharp features, and his eyes burned with crimson fire. Small, elegant black horns curved from his temples. He wore only low-slung black silk pants that did nothing to hide the impressive bulge beneath.“Who the hell are you?” Esmeralda whispered, clutching the sheet to her chest. “How did you get inside my apartment?”He smiled, slow and wicked, stepping closer. The room seemed to grow warmer with every movement
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