Dark Romances That Burn After Midnight
The room was silent except for the muffled sound of her breathing, shallow and quick. Azir had returned from his duties, his mood brooding and dark as ever. He stood near the edge of the bed, his eyes scanning her as if she were nothing more than an object—a possession he needed to bring under control.
"Undress," he ordered, his voice deep and commanding. She tried to sit up. A sharp pain shot through her side, and she collapsed back...
Then he flipped her onto her front, confusing her, pressing her down hard against the mattress. Before she could say anything, his hand...
Azir hadn't touched her for days—weeks. But now, he had started touching her again. And this time, he was different. There was a new...