Forbidden Romance Tales
The room was bathed in the soft, silver light of the moon and she was sleeping peacefully after single-handedly destroying his.
Her skin shimmered, smooth and pale, her long hair a silken river across the white pillowcase. She looked like a painting, serene and untouched.
He moved to the edge of the bed cautiously, every nerve alert, his shadow falling over her. His hand hovered in the air, trembling with the magnitude of his transgression. He could feel the tension in his chest, a delicious mixture of desire and restraint. The air between them was electric, silent except for the slow cadence of her breath.