The First Man She Didn't Hate [R -18]
The blanket pooled around her waist as their lips met again, and Felberta's mind spiraled into chaos.
I hate men. I've always hated men.
Their touch makes my skin crawl. Their presence suffocates me.
Then why... why am I not pushing him away?
Why does his kiss feel like coming home?
Julian's lips moved against hers with a tenderness that contradicted everything she knew about him. This wasn't the confident flirt who teased every woman he met. This was someone else entirely—someone vulnerable, someone genuine, someone who made her feel safe in a way she'd never thought possible.
His hand cradled her cheek, his thumb tracing gentle circles against her skin.
Felberta's fingers tightened in his shirt, pulling him closer.
She hated men.
But she didn't hate this.
She didn't hate him.
This is wrong. This is so wrong. I should stop. I should push him away. I should—
His tongue brushed against her lower lip, asking for entry.
