Elara's POV
‘Chaos. Danger. Wrath… Hopefully, I wouldn't burn with it.’
Beads of water streaked down my skin, soaking through my dark green night dress. It caused the fabric to smack against my breasts, revealing the tender curves of my firm breasts, voluptuous as a watermelon, with n*****s hardened from buried desires.
I let my hair fall over my shoulders, dripping water on me the more. When I walked into the room, Marco was already in.
Bare-chested, his tall frame stood firm in the middle of the room, he groaned in the phone. His hand dug into his hair.
Our eyes locked. For a minute, he went mute, hungry hazel eyes trailed down my frame and watched me with lustful delight. Something flickered in his eyes before it disappeared.
Admiration? Mere want?
“... yeah. Send it right
