Violet's Vengeance: The Rise of The Fallen Luna
I growled, scenting the heat of her arousal, strong, hot, overwhelming.
“Let’s go inside,” she whispered, dragging her nails over my skin. “Please.”
I would never refuse her. Not even outside the Wave.
I pulled her into the room and locked the door behind us, sealing the world away. When I turned, Violet was already sliding out of her dress, eyes dark with need.
I was going to kiss her, mark her, take her, erase any shadow of doubt, any possibility that she belonged to anyone else.
But not before I played with her.
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