ZEVRAN ILVANE POV

I watched Vesper sleep.

Her breathing was slow, steady, like a rhythm meant to tempt.

And I was tempted.

Very tempted.

Almost as if she could feel my stare burning along her skin and wanted to torture me the more she shifted, slowly rolling onto her back. The sheet moved with the motion, revealing round perky breasts that glinted under the soft lighting.

I couldn't tear my eyes away. My throat bobbed, heart pounding in my chest like a drum as I let my eyes glide over ...