A Night Just for Us

Landon’s kiss deepened, brimming with the primal wildness and tender devotion unique to wolfkind. Tessa’s heart pounded like a drum, her breath tangling with his as their lips met again and again.

In the softly lit restaurant of the hot spring resort, candlelight flickered gently across their entwined forms. Outside, moonlight spilled across the cobbled garden path, while tall cedars whispered in the night breeze, adding a touch of quiet romance to their secluded moment.

Tessa pressed her hands lightly against his chest, cheeks flushed rose. “Landon… we’re in the restaurant…” Her voice trembled slightly with embarrassment, but her protest was cut short by his low, husky chuckle.

He leaned close, his breath warm against her car. “No one’s going to interrupt us.”

His voice was rich, magnetic, sending a shiver down her spine.

His hand slid from her back to her waist, pulling her even closer. Through the thin fabric between them, she could feel his heat–intense, steady, enveloping her.

“Let’s go to the hot spring.” Landon’s tone was gentle, yet left no room for refusal. He took her hand and led her through the oak doors, down a stone path strewn with smooth pebbles, deeper into the resort grounds.

Tessa followed, footsteps light, though her mind wandered. The Moonforce from Eclipse Hollow’s underground river… could it truly share the same origin as Moonstone, like the Codex says?

whatever secrets the energy held,

wanted to stay in this

its center, a pool of

wrought–iron benches waited with neatly folded white towels. A brass incense burner smoldered quietly

golden light softened the darkness, casting gentle

stood at the edge, the steam rising to meet her, already

the defined muscles of his chest. In the pale light,

turned away, voice low and flustered.

behind the glass sliding door into the changing room, heart thudding. Why am I still blushing like this? We’ve been together so

white swimsuit, tying a sheer robe loosely around her waist. The soft sash hugged her figure, the

the spring, his dark hair damp and tousled, water beading on his skin. His gaze locked onto her with a

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he said, his voice low and hoarse, gentle but

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