Fallon
Milo steps closer until our bodies are almost touching, his hand reaching out to brush aside a wet lock of hair from my face.
“We’ve seen plenty of blood, princess. More than you can imagine. Blood does not repulse me,” he tells me.
Leone’s lips trail down my shoulder, sending a shiver through me that I can’t suppress. The heat of the water is nothing compared to the searing intensity of his touch. His hands, rough and calloused, skim down my sides, making my skin erupt in goosebumps despite the steam filling the bathroom.
I’m trapped between them. I should be terrified, disgusted even, but instead, a confusing mix of anticipation tightens my chest.
Milo’s fingers trace the line of my jaw, tilting my chin up so I have no choice but to meet his gaze.
I swallow hard, unable to f
