I had to have this woman. Now.
Was this what it was like to drown in a deep, consuming desire? An undeniable, magnetic pull to someone you barely even knew? The feeling of your soul latching onto and interlocking itself with another without permission.
What the fuck…
“Y-yes?” Breathless, her half-lidded eyes dropped to where our mouths barely met, pleading for them to touch.
Oh, how I wanted to devour this woman; drink her up like the spell that she was.
For a single moment, I found myself at her mercy as she hovered over me, an angel dripping with sweet succulent sin, and I wanted nothing more than to take her home.
Ruin Her.
Claim her asmine.
“When can you start?”
Her eyes lit up like a solar flare, beautiful, blinding, and that’s when I knew I’d made the right choice in choosing her.
Oh, how jealous Lucas is going to be when I tell him our newest dancer will become our wife.
