The Den of Desires
he asked, voice low, roughened by the weight of the moment.
I nodded slowly, then smiled. “I am.”
With that, I let the silken robe slide from my shoulders. The night air kissed my skin as it pooled at my feet. I stood bare beneath the moon, unhidden and unashamed.
Rhysand’s breath caught. His gaze raked down my body, reverent and hungry all at once.
“Goddess,” he murmured. “You’re divine.”
He shed his shorts too, and stood before me. Naked, powerful, and breathtaking. The moonlight sculpted every line of him in silver and shadow, and I swore I felt the earth pause to admire him.
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