"I've got a gift for you, Kael"
Kael's heart thundered, a primal rhythm in his chest, as Rhea stood before him, her superhero costume a crimson fantasy that had burned in his mind since the day she first wore it.
The fabric traced every curve of her toned body, accentuating the swell of her hips, the taut lines of her thighs, and the fierce, magnetic allure that radiated from her.
Her amber eyes smoldered, twin embers burning with intent, and her sultry smile was a vow—a promise of pleasure so consuming it drowned out the doubts clawing at the edges of his mind.
This wasn't just seduction.
It was Rhea staking her claim, a silent declaration of victory in the unspoken war with Freya for his desire.
The thought of Freya's icy beauty flickered briefly, but Rhea's presence burned it away.
She was fire, raw and unyielding, and Kael wanted to be consumed.
