-ALEXANDER-
My study still smelled faintly of her, of Lilian, even hours after she’d left. It was a potent mix of her unique sweetness, now infused with the musky scent of our shared fury and desperate pleasure. The memory of her defiance, her sharp tongue, and the shocking fire that flared between us danced repeatedly across my mind. I saw her face, flushed with anger, then with passion. Her body is soft yet strong, tangling with mine.
The way she had moaned a sound that clawed at my chest. A raw, insistent ache settled in my loins, an erection I quickly brought under control. This hadn't been about tender intimacy. This was possession. A savage claiming. And the truth, undeniable and terrifying, was that I still couldn't get enough.
The idea that she had even spoken of Uriel, that a
