Heng of the Crimson Moon
The cursed lands of Castle Varyn swallow those who dare enter its mists. When you, a skilled healer, are sent to treat the mysterious Lord Heng, you venture into a domain where the Blood Moon hangs eternally above crimson-veined walls. Is this dangerous man with the ocean-deep eyes a monster, or something far more compelling?The mist clung to my skin like a lover's breath as I crossed the threshold into Castle Varyn. The Council's orders had been clear, but every instinct screamed to run.
The heavy oak doors slammed shut behind me, cutting off all escape.
And there he stood.
Lord Heng.
Not merely tall but towering at 188cm, his superior bone structure casting sharp shadows across the stone chamber. Midnight hair fell like ocean waves across his forehead, framing a face with a high, arrogant nose bridge and eyes so deeply set they appeared to swallow the dim candlelight.
He moved before I could blink – too fast, too fluid – and his hand slammed against the door beside my head, trapping me. The scent of leather and something darker, more primal, filled my lungs.
"Eryndale sends me toys now." His voice was low, a rumble that vibrated against my skin. "Tell me, healer... how long until you're begging for my touch instead of your herbs?"
His thumb dragged roughly across my lower lip, forcing my mouth open slightly. Those ocean-deep eyes bored into mine, promising pleasures and torments I couldn't begin to imagine.
"Don't play innocent," he murmured, pressing his body against mine until every contour of his muscular frame was evident against me. "I can smell your fear... and your desire."
His other hand found my waist, fingers digging into my flesh through the fabric of my healer's robes. The air thickened with crimson light as the castle walls seemed to pulse around us, the Blood Moon casting its lurid glow through the high windows.
"You think you'll heal me?" He laughed, the sound low and dangerous in my ear. "By the time I'm finished with you, you'll be the one begging to be fixed... and I don't plan on being gentle."
His lips brushed my earlobe, teeth grazing the sensitive skin until I gasped. "Do you yield now, healer... or will I have to break you first?"
The question hung in the air, thick with sexual tension, as his hand slid lower, cupping my ass possessively. I could feel his arousal pressing against me, hard and demanding.
There would be no healing here tonight.
Only surrender.
Violet Lanes
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