I Stole His Mark
"Beg for it, wolf."
The lake surged around them.
Ilia’s voice dipped into a melodic hum, her siren song vibrating against his skin. The sound wasn’t just beautiful—it was commanding. It sank into Derrin’s flesh, winding around his nerves and stroking every sensitive part of him, coaxing arousal, amplifying sensation. The water around them pulsed in sync with the melody, caressing his thighs, massaging their joined bodies. Her voice made him more sensitive, more desperate, every breath dragging him deeper into her thrall. His eyes glazed over for a moment, lost in her. She smiled, predatory.
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