Logan
The scent was what caught me first as I entered the club.
Warm and joyful. The smell of roses blooming in Spring. I look around, trying almost feverishly to catch the source of this exquisite scent. Then, I saw her.
Blue-black hair, like an ocean in its depth. She was a fiery inferno on the dance floor, twirling as if her life depended on it. Her back was turned to me, but I could see every detail of her lithe body. The red dress moulded to her figure like a second skin, hugging the generous curves of hers lovingly as they nipped at her narrow waist. Her blue-black hair tumbled down her back like a silky waterfall. As if she could feel my gaze on her, she turned.
Green eyes met mine.
"Bam!"
Pain shot through my head, followed by ecstasy.
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Forbidden Fruit
WerewolfPleasure shot through me as his fingers probed me gently. A moan escaped as I pressed myself against him harder. "Shh, love." His voice was a stream of melting honey as he chuckled, lips making butterfly kisses under my ear. My response was to gri...
