The manor seemed restless that night, as though it could no longer contain the forbidden heat building within its walls. Corridors whispered with restless magic, portraits leaned forward with greedy eyes, and chandeliers flickered wildly, their flames dancing like they were aroused by the sin they had witnessed. Elara wandered alone through the dimly lit halls, her silver gown clinging to her sweat-dampened skin, the fabric whispering against her hardened n*****s with every step. Her heart hammered, her p***y still slick and aching from the dance—years of suppressed longing now a roaring flame that refused to be extinguished.
She turned a corner and froze.
Kaelen stood waiting in the shadows, cloak draped over his broad shoulders, mask long discarded. The moment his dark eyes locked o
