Filthy Obsessions. A Filthy Collection Of Forbidden Desires
And inside it, Lilith—still wearing Lunae’s face and curves—was nude, soaking, legs parted beneath the surface.
She poured oil over her chest, letting it glide down between her breasts, over her stomach, down to where she ached for the King’s touch.
“He’ll walk in and see me naked…” she whispered, moaning softly. “He won’t even know it’s not her…”
She spread her legs wider. “One night,” she purred. “That’s all I need.”
And in the distance, the Lycan King’s footsteps echoed… closer and closer… hot with blood and fury and hunger.