Eros POV
Watching her is a damn problem.
Coral moves around the dining table, completely unaware of the spell she’s weaving around me. Every little thing she does is a tease—the way her fingers brush over different dishes, how her lips part slightly when she contemplates what to eat. And that sway of her hips? Hell, that’s a masterpiece. She’s an intoxicating mix of power and grace, wrapped in a body made to test every ounce of my self-control.
I should be focusing on the reason I’m here. On the cursed necklace. On the mission. Instead, all I can think about is how much I want to taste her again. That one stolen kiss on her cheek wasn’t nearly enough.
So, I do what any self-respecting, ancient, all-powerful dragon would do—I take her hand, ready to drag her somewhere private where I ca
