EVELARA
The moment my eyes fell on him, my world froze. He was looking like a literal God, tempting and painfully irresistible.
The world seemed to shrink to just us. The maids had vanished; Jenna had fussed one last time over my hair, and the light of the chandeliers caught on the silver of my gown.
His gaze swept over me, lingering more than it should. My whole body tingled under his gaze, and I felt too naked before his gaze.
All the servants bowed respectfully and excused them out of the room, leaving only me, him—and the throbbing tension between us.
He stepped forward, his storm-grey eyes were piercing enough to burn me on the place, in a pleasurable way.
“You—you're gorgeous.” He muttered, his low, deep baritone hit right in my bones, sending shivers right down t
