Laila’s POV
I lay sprawled across the bed I shared with Kael, tracing lazy circles on the silk sheets, while a satisfied smile curved the corners of my lips that were smeared with red lipstick.
The moonlight, finding its way into the room through the half-drawn curtains, played across my skin, the coolness it had to offer doing little to calm the heat that lingered between my thighs.
Kael had left the room a few moments ago—off to juggle another crisis—but the memory of his hand steadying my waist as I took his entire length from behind hooked me like a parasitic worm.
Normally, after a night that was as intense as this, I would have been pleased with myself and content that I could still make the mighty Alpha Kael go weak on his knees with my touch despite the sour history we share
