Beauty and the Alpha Beast
he says, low and sure, the raw strength in his voice wrapping around me like a cloak.
I nod, unable to speak, caught in the pull of his presence. My hands find the edges of his robe, sliding over the smooth fabric, burning beneath my fingertips.
Slowly, Kael lowers his mouth to mine. The kiss is slow to bloom, deep and searing, a dance of tongues and breath that melts away every sorrow I’ve ever carried. His lips are both gentle and demanding, claiming and worshipping, as if this moment is the culmination of every lifetime we’ve shared.
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