THIRD PERSON POV
Vaden’s golden eyes burned as he stared down at Sofia, already sprawled on the bed beneath him. Her forest-green dress was wrinkled from where his hands had gripped her waist, pulling her against him. The fabric clung to her curves, highlighting the delicate dip of her waist and the swell of her hips. His large hands rested on either side of her, caging her in as he gazed at her like she was a treasure he was finally allowed to claim.
Sofia’s heart raced in her chest. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She was lying on Vaden’s bed—his massive, luxurious bed in the Blackwood Pack house—while the most dangerous, breathtakingly gorgeous man she’d ever known looked at her like she was his every desire wrapped in lace.
*Alice told me to be bold, to let myself feel.
