Wings Of Seduction 〈No Password〉

That’s when he saw her.

Instead, he leaned into her touch and whispered, “Yes.”

He should have called security. Should have looked away. Instead, he set down his glass and walked to the edge of his own balcony, the rain slicking his hair to his forehead. Wings Of Seduction

The sound of his name on her tongue was a velvet blade.

“What do you want?” he asked, though he already knew the answer. It was the same thing he wanted: to feel something real before the stars burned out. That’s when he saw her

The neon glow of the lower city painted the rain in shades of bruised purple and electric blue. Kaelen stood on the balcony of his penthouse, a glass of synth-whiskey sweating in his hand, watching the endless crawl of traffic below. He had everything—wealth, power, a name that made boardrooms tremble. But the air up here was thin, sterile, and lonely.

The rain stopped. The neon dimmed. And her wings folded around them both, closing out the world as her lips found his—a kiss that tasted of falling, of flight, of the terrible, beautiful seduction of letting go. Instead, he set down his glass and walked

“I want what was promised,” she said, reaching up to trace the line of his jaw with a finger that left a trail of faint, fading starlight. “A soul brave enough to be ruined. A man foolish enough to say yes.”

Kaelen should have asked what the price was. Should have demanded terms, guarantees, a contract signed in blood and legalese.