Emerald recalled the first day she met Alaric, when he had saved her. The man had been dripping wet, his short black hair neatly styled, his eyebrows raised, and his strong arms had supported her soft body. He exuded a potent, irresistible aura. Ethan had always told her she was a boring woman, but Alaric had awakened something in her that made her feel physically satisfied even without love.
As the alcohol clouded her judgment, she found herself embracing Alaric, inviting him with boldness. The man took advantage of the moment, his kiss now gentle, guiding her hands around his muscular waist. With the soft sofa beneath her and the hard, warm man in front, her body was overwhelmed with emotions.
"You want me too, right?" Alaric's voice was sexy and enticing, whispering directly into her ear, deliberately pushing her to give in.
