Chapter Two: The Turning (Temporary)

Three nights later Sofia stepped off the private elevator already naked, skin prickling with anticipation and fear in equal measure. Valerian waited in the same spot, shirt open, cock visibly hard beneath his trousers, eyes glowing that hungry crimson.

He didn’t speak at first. He simply crooked one finger.

She walked to him on shaky legs and stopped when her nipples brushed the cool silk of his shirt. He cupped her face, tilted her head to the ...