Aleksander gazed at his wife splayed beautifully on their now crumpled sheets. Her dainty features were beautifully sculpted by the shadows from flames that danced inside their room.
Elys' sweaty body glistened in the dark, emitting intoxicatingly sweet and delicious scents to his sensitive nose. He could feel his fangs extending as a primal hunger rose in him.
He wanted to eat her.
He wanted to make her his.
And finally, he succeeded tonight.
The young king scooted closer to her side of the bed to snake an arm around her waist. He pulled her into his arms, creating a cocoon of safety behind her as his huge frame wrapped her tiny and soft body.
