Shadows of Desire
I whispered, trembling, “And what do you see when you watch me?”
His thumb traced my lower lip, his voice dropping to that tone that always undid me. “I see the woman who defends me in public, tempts my second-in-command in secret, and still comes back to beg for my claim.”
My knees nearly gave out. “Victor…”
He leaned down, his mouth brushing mine in a kiss that was more promise than possession. “Mine,” he whispered.
And just like that, the tension in the club, the whispers, the fear—it all blurred away. There was only his vow, his fire, and the dangerous certainty that no investigation, no betrayal, no shadow in Elysium could unmake what he and I were becoming.
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