The air in the penthouse was heavy with anticipation, the kind that clung to the skin like a second layer, electric and alive. Chloe stood at the edge of the bed, her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short, eager gasps. Valerius moved towards her with a predatory grace.

His eyes, dark and fathomless, locked onto hers, pulling her into a vortex of desire that threatened to consume them both.

With a gentle but insistent hand, he guided her back towards the bed, their lips never ...