His Darkest Desire

by Tiffany Roberts

“In my limited experience, naught is easy with you.” “Yeah, well, as nice as it is to meet the wisps—they are will-o’-the-wisps, aren’t they?—I can’t say it’s nice to meet you, Vex.” The wisps laughed again. Vex shot them a look before staring at Kinsley, drumming his claws atop the table. “You are exhausting.”

“So, it is unpleasant to meet me,” he said, a note of amusement in his voice, “but it is pleasing to look upon me?”

“Warm, yes. And absolutely vulnerable, while you’re”—she waved a hand toward him without uncovering herself—“fully dressed and in power.” “I shall remove my clothing and join you, if you’d prefer.” “No! No, that’s okay. You just…sit right there.”

“That shade of pink better suits you than any clothing ever could, Kinsley,”

“You can’t touch, but…you’re welcome to watch.”