CHAPTER NINETY EIGHT

Veil surrendered to the onslaught of his lips, utterly and completely. She didn’t hold back, not when his hands buried into her hair, pulling her closer, not when she felt a moan surfacing from the depths of her throat.

They sighed together, the whispers of their caressing fabrics serenading the hot air. She held on firmly to him, her nails scraping his shoulders through the linen of his shirt. There was something about Anders, something about the kiss that tugged at Veil. It felt like he was passing on a message, something important, urging her to understand, but at the same time, praying she wouldn’t.

Or maybe it was just Veil and her crazed need for him getting in the way of her thoughts.

Tension knotted inside of her as Anders’ hands eased away from her hair. She felt those strong fingers on the small of her back, pulling her impossibly closer. There was nothing soft about the way he held her, how he pulled his lips away from her, nibbling on the skin on her neck.

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