Dear Devil
Slowly, as her vision cleared, she traced the lines of Finn’s broad back, the black wolf tattoo etched across it, water cascading over sculpted muscles.
Finn glanced over his shoulder, locking eyes with her. Vivica froze, realizing she too was naked, the clothing stripped from her without her memory of how it had happened. No doubt he did it. She instinctively tried to feel any lingering discomfort, but there was nothing. Only the warmth of her heat finally subsided. Was it the liquid he had fed her?
“I’m not into fucking corpses,” Finn said, turning to reveal his scarred chest and perfectly carved eight-pack. “You’ll find nothing between your legs but heat.”