Rhys Blackwood stood on an ancient tree next door, his pitch-black serpentine coat almost blending into the night.
He heard Corbin Crowley's words by his ear, his deep eyes glancing over. "You told him?"
Corbin's lips curled up in a teasing arc. "Of course not. I told him Luna likes gentleness, that she fears pain the most."
Nobody knows that Luna actually likes it wild; if it's too gentle, she'll get dissatisfied and start whining and clinging to you…
Thinking of those scenes, Corbin's throat went a bit dry, and his eyes involuntarily drifted to the two figures out on the distant lake.
Under the moon, the lake's surface sparkled, water sounds mingling with sultry echoes—fragmented, yet tantalizing, stirring up all manner of restless thoughts.
Especially when, knowing Zeke Veridian had prepared those things, Corbin didn't even need to guess what would happen next.
That repressed bastard!
Actually planned everything out that thoroughly.
