I moaned Dragomar’s name as my fingers curled around the ladder. Heat rolled through my body in waves I could barely withstand. Dragomar moved between my legs with the confidence of someone who had waited centuries for this exact moment. Every slow, deliberate touch dragged sound out of me until I didn’t even recognize my own voice.
When he finally pulled me down from the ladder, my skin was fever-hot. Power danced beneath it—new, intoxicating, dangerous. I reached for him without thinking, fisting the fabric of his shirt and tearing it open in one sudden motion.
He laughed—low, dark, thrilled.
Before he could tease me about it, I pushed him onto the velvet couch and dropped to my knees. The way he gripped the edge of the cushion told me he knew exactly what I intended. This wasn’t gent
