The fairy who Dances with Shadows

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I didn’t mean to crave him.
A vampire. A shadow-marked exile.
And yet… the moment he touched me, I lit up from the inside out.
Six months ago, Noctis D'argon nearly died in my arms—his blood on my hands, his final words a confession of love I never asked for. Our love was forbidden and I had no choice but to turn my back on the man I loved.
But he’s back. And he’s not subtle.
His voice slides under my skin. His eyes strip me bare. And when he brushes his fingers along my arm like he still owns a piece of me, I can’t breathe—let alone pretend I don’t want more.
I came to the fae realm to find peace. To open my healing spa. To start over.
I didn’t come here for stolen kisses in moonlight. For tension-soaked touches that leave my wings trembling. For dreams that end in his mouth on my skin and my body arching into his.
But Noctis is darkness incarnate—hungry, patient, and devastatingly loyal. And when I glow for him again, I stop pretending I don’t remember how it felt to burn.
He says I’m his light.
But I’ve tasted his darkness—and I want more
If desire is our curse, I’ll wear it like a crown.”

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