Ashes Of Desire
His hands slid under her shirt and she lost herself in the feel of him, the heat, the need to forget.
“Alex,” she whispered.
He pulled back, searching her face. “What is it?”
“Nothing. Just… make me forget.”
That was all he needed. Clothes hit the floor. He lifted her onto the bed, covered her body with his, his mouth trailing fire down her skin. She arched into him, fingers tangled in his hair. For a while, the lies faded. Nothing mattered except this—the ache, the rush, the way he trembled under her touch.
When he entered her, slow and sure, she gasped. Their rhythm grew wild and urgent. He whispered her sister’s name like a prayer, but Eve shoved that away, focusing on him, the truth in h
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