Chapter 43

A Spy 

Storm-Staria’s POV

Azanlin couldn’t get enough of me. After our first encounter, he acted like he was under a spell—always finding an excuse to touch me, kiss me, pull me closer. And as much as I hated to admit it, he was strong, commanding, and… tempting.

We lay tangled on his massive bed, the moonlight casting shadows across the room.

"Staria," he murmured, trailing his fingers along my waist. "Your body... it's dangerous."

I smirked, letting my fingers trace ...