Ethan's POV
I tasted the blood on my skin—its sharp, metallic heat stirring a dark, untamed hunger deep within me.
Before me, Lila sat, legs spread wide, eyes blazing with fierce invitation, silently summoning me into her fire. Desire coiled tight like a live wire, compelling me forward without hesitation.
Our lips collided again, a fierce, consuming storm. She tore my shirt, urgency burning in every touch. I pressed closer, the space between us crackling as heat spilled from our bodies. Her hands roamed like wild flames—grasping, pulling, testing—igniting a blaze I gladly surrendered to.
I ripped open her dress, unveiling the swell of her breast—a perfect curve rising and falling with every shuddered breath. I traced my lips slowly down the valley of her cleavage, drawing her soft flesh into my mouth, sucking gently as her moans spilled out—sweet, raw, and my name on her lips like a sacred prayer.
