Chapter 59 The Wolf That Loves Her

• Seeing me rooted to the spot, Kali rises, the thin silk sheet sliding down her body, pooling at her waist —and I draw in a sharp breath. The sheer nightgown she wears leaves little to the imagination, draping delicately over the soft, feminine curves of her hips that sway as she moves toward me.
• It’s like I’m under a damn spell—one I have no desire to break.
• She stops just inches away, her glowing ember eyes laced with gold, brimming with desire. Her lips part slightly, lush and pink, begging to be kissed—no, ravished.