My First Taste of Forbidden Pleasure by the Lake Shore
The sun hung low over the lake, steam rising from our naked bodies after the fight. Blood still crusted my skin, but Colissimo’s glow faded, leaving us alone. Mella’s eyes locked on mine. ‘It’s time I keep my promise, little bearded one,’ she whispered. My heart slammed like a war drum. That promise—from days ago,…