DIABLO
Saving her was the easy part. The question that lingers now is whether she should stay.
That problem can wait.
All that matters in this moment is pulling April Morgan into my arms, slamming the bedroom door shut, holding her close, and refusing to think about morning. The night belongs to us. A couple of things need handling first, but after that, every remaining hour will be spent slowly peeling away every layer she has on.
Curiosity burns hot and sharp. Curiosity about the sounds she makes when she loses control. About the look on her face when I am deep inside her space, when she forgets everything else. About the way she tastes when my mouth finds her where she is most vulnerable. Those thoughts refuse to be ignored.
Before any of that can happen, Abel Romano needs dealing
