My Dark Desirable Wolf
It’s a dark love, forbidden, like we’re playing with fire—the kind that could burn us to ash.
We stop in the middle of the forest.
The air is cold, biting. The darkness closes in.
But I don’t care.
Despite everything, despite the danger, the shadows pressing in on us, there’s something in his gaze, something in the way he draws closer, that makes the world disappear.
“I can’t lose you,” he whispers, his breath warm against my skin.
My body responds to his nearness, and the desire flares, surging through my veins.
I’ve never felt more alive—or more lost.
Bab Populer