Dante. What do I remember of her?

Enormous eyes, skin like silk, rivulets of water running down her body and dripping onto the tiles, and her mouth, cherry-red and... so juicy.

But she was forbidden fruit.

That was ten years ago. I was young and poor. I'm immeasurably rich now. She won't affect me like that anymore. I won't fall for her charms. Her safety must be my only concern.

She is determined to fight me. She insists she doesn't need a guardian, even though she can't disguise the fear in her eyes.

Nevertheless, I've got it all under control.

Until... that red mouth touches mine

Zola

I never forgot him.

Jet-black hair curling over his collar, his throat so tanned and strong. And those incredible eyes. Blue, but not any old blue. Blue like the deepest part of the ocean during a terrible storm.

He looked like an avenging angel.

He never spoke to me so I don't know what he sounds like, but in my dreams his voice is deep and velvety. He whispers things that I am unable to recall when I wake up.

I thought I'd never see him again.

But now he has stepped back into my life, at a time when I am most vulnerable. I realize my memories and dreams are a pale imitation of him.

They do him no justice.

He is bigger, darker, and far more powerful than I remember. And his voice is nothing like I imagined it would be. It is dangerously low and impossibly magnetic.

He offers me his protection, but as much as I want to accept his offer, I don't know if I can trust him. After all, he is the reason I'm vulnerable.

It would be safer to hate him, but the more I try to resist him, the more my body craves for the feel of his lips, his skin, his... A Full Length Enemies To Lovers Standalone Romance