Irresistible Fantasies (A Steamy Collection)
Stars are falling, streaking across the dark velvet like embers, their trails shimmering before dissolving into dust.
I laugh, tilting my head back.
“It’s beautiful.”
Rhysand doesn’t answer. His grip on my wrist is iron, his thumb rubbing slow circles over my pulse. I reached out, fingers stretching toward the sky, and a star fell in my palm.
It’s warm, glowing faintly, like a dying coal. I stare at it, mesmerized, as it dissolves into sparkles, dusting my skin with gold. Rhysand watches me, his expression unreadable.