#Chapter 91: The Corset

Alexander Business to handle. Right. The truth was, I’d made up the excuse because I needed to get away from Ella before I did something stupid again. Dancing with her under the moonlight had been torture of the sweetest kind. The way she’d felt in my arms, the rose in her hair, the utter adoration in her eyes every time she looked up at me. And that kiss. Goddess, that kiss at the banquet. My wolf had gone absolutely feral when Ella had pulled me down to her mouth. The taste of her, the way she’d responded to me, the little sound she’d made when I’d kissed her back… It had taken every ounce of self-control I possessed not to carry her out of that ballroom and straight to our bed. I wanted to strip that midnight blue gown off her body and worship every inch of her skin. I wanted to mark her again, deeper this time, until there was no question who she belonged to. I wanted to bury myself inside of her and make her mine in every way possible. But