The Wolf Who Shouldn’t Love
Aella swallowed, pulse hammering, silver energy from the Heartwood flickering faintly along her skin, as if the forest itself had stilled to witness them.
Thalen’s lips captured hers with a hunger that was unapologetic, raw. The kiss was a slow, deliberate claim, a predator savoring its prize, building in intensity. Aella’s knees trembled, hands pressing against his chest, feeling the taut muscle beneath the armor, feeling the warmth that was both comfort and torment. She responded, urgency flaring, passion igniting, every breath and gasp mingling in the humid night air.
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