Adriana had been so adamant about the All-Sinners Ball, about us getting intimate in the garden. She didn’t know I dreamed about it, that it was something I’d desired since that first meeting. That no lover had ever sated me, no matter how wonderful they were on their own. That I’d eventually given up taking anyone to my bed, abstaining for years because all I wanted was her. There was no way in any of the hells that I’d forget making Adriana mine that night. Not when it haunted me. Now, with her in my arms, arching into me, willing and aroused in our own private chamber, it felt like the
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