Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

She gulped a little. Whoa, is he a telepath like Anya? But I haven’t said anything yet. She took her candles and went upstairs to decorate the room. By nine at night, she was already waiting for him on the couch. Eventually she heard the sound of his footsteps. Her heart started beating faster with each footstep. He’s here.

Elliot had taken his trench coat off, and he was wearing a dark shirt inside. His pants were wrapped tightly around his taut, muscular legs. He came to her side and patted her head. “I’ll get showered.” Elliot went to the bathroom and came back out in his pajamas twenty minutes later. The look in his eyes was passionate enough to burn her up.

She knew he was thinking of her as a work of art, and he was admiring it.

He lay on the bed and beckoned to her. “Come here, Mrs. Presgrave. It’s bedtime.”

She did not move. She refused to listen to him just like a cheeky child. Anastasia rested her chin on her hands and smiled smugly. “No, I’m not sleepy yet.”

He laughed and heaved a sigh. “It’s my fault.”

he said that, but then he got out of bed and came up to her. “I’ll run you through an exercise

he would gobble her up right away. She opened her eyes a little and saw him looking at her, as if trying to suck her in. She closed her eyes, her heart racing. She held his

on and on, and she drowned in his love. She let her

it, as long as he was there. She would never fall for anyone else. He would be the only one she loved in

out to her gently. “I love

on until dawnbreak. Anastasia finally woke up at about eleven. The blinding sunlight made

She can be

head against his chest and shook her head. She wanted to hear his voice more. It

was fair and gleaming

with him

then he asked, “So how did