Lucian was no stranger to seducing a woman, but Valentina was no ordinary woman, so he had to take his time and win her over slowly.
His fingertips danced along the edge of her nightgown, trailing delicate patterns across her smooth skin. And oh, the scent of her…it was intoxicating, like a delicate blend of flowers and ripe fruit.
As he leaned in closer, he could feel his fangs tingling with anticipation. He needed just one taste of her blood tonight, or he feared he wouldn't survive until morning.
As he moved in, his breath warm against her skin, he could sense Valentina's struggle. Her body was tense, but there was a subtle shift in her posture, a small surrender to the moment that did not go unnoticed. He could see the conflict in her eyes, the way her breath hitched with each touch. She was fighting against her own desires, trying to maintain control even as he tested her resolve.
