Third Person POv
Vaden sat in his office, his broad shoulders hunched over a mountain of paperwork that never seemed to end. Decrees, alliance agreements, and territorial disputes cluttered his desk in neat stacks, each demanding his attention. Yet, his mind was far from the ink-stained parchments. It kept drifting back to his mate—Sofia. Her doe-like eyes that seemed to pierce his soul, the way her luscious lips had formed a perfect “O” when he touched that spot inside her with his fingers, and the faint, intoxicating scent she carried, a mixture of lavender and vanilla. Damn it.
He slammed the pen down, growling low in his throat. He wasn’t going to get anything done like this. The memory of her soft moans and the way her body had responded to his touch consumed him, making it impossi
