The silhouette of their embrace swayed within the Sea Conch, like two intertwined vines, utterly lost in the moment.
Danton had a gentle quality that could soften any heart. It was unlike Caden Albright's allure, Thorne's passion, Nix's madness, or Lachlan's restraint. He was like an un-inked sheet of paper, waiting for her to be the one to wield the pen.
The warmth of their bodies, their trembling breaths, and the tangle of their lips painted an intimate tableau.
Beastmen tended to lose all track of time when they were intimate, and had it not been for an unexpected interruption, the two would have likely continued.
"Deep Sea Sandwurms? Are they like The Swarm on land?" Evangeline propped her chin on her arm, her gaze languidly falling upon a solemn Finnian Finch. Her fair cheeks were flushed an alluring crimson, and the telltale marks on her neck only added to her bewitching air.
