My Husband’s Half Brother’s Possession
Hindi ko na napigilan ang sarili ko para pakatitigan siya.
Under the silvery glow of the moon, Lazarro looked less like a man and more like a masterpiece carved from stone and shadows. His side profile carved in perfect precision. The moonlight caught the bridge of his straight, aristocratic nose and the dark, thick sweep of his lashes that hid whatever secrets lay in his eyes. His angular sharp jaw, like a blade under the moonlight.
But it was his lips that caught my breath. They were set in a thin, neutral line, yet they looked dangerously soft, a stark contrast to the rough, calloused fingers that were still gently playing with a strand of my hair. Does it feel good between mine? Like how