Azrael took Leo to the bedroom. Leo hesitantly followed her, he knew he was supposed to stop it but… what the fuck was wrong with him?
His heart raced, every step trailing after her, pulling him deeper into her world. It was like he was under her spell, her beauty and scent lingering from the dream, haunting his senses, dragging him forward against all reason.
No matter what logic screamed, he just couldn't break free... couldn't ignore or reject the magnetic pull of this moment.
Leo looked at her hand that was holding his, her grip both soft and possessive, her slender fingers laced around his trembling palm. That single touch sent a pulse of forbidden warmth shooting up his arm. Leo flinched, shaking his head to clear the blush creeping over his cheeks, but the heat only grew.
As they arrived at the bedroom—damn, it was… so fancy, one big bed, king size… maybe double king?
