What She Wants at Midnight
PrologueHe watched her while she slept.
His eyes were haunting, nearly the color of midnight. Eyes full of lust. Eyes full of need.
He came to her every night, but she didn't know his name. She'd never seen his face.
Only his eyes.
Tonight they looked down on her with a desire so intense, it made her writhe on the crisp white sheets of her bed. Heat poured through her veins. She wanted him so badly. In vain, she kicked off the covers, trying to ease her distress.
His eyes sparked, and his blistering gaze ran down her form. Yet he did not touch.
He never touched. He only watched.
She slid to the side of the bed, trying to get closer to where he stood over her. Her nightgown rode high on her thighs and dipped low between her aching breasts.
She wanted to see him. Wanted to know his face. His body.
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