She never meant to stay past midnight in the family estate's forgotten library. But when the door clicks shut and the estate's silent guardian finds her there, pressed between towering shelves with nowhere to go, something dangerous wakes between them.
He has watched her since she arrived. Kept his distance. Played his role as the loyal protector of a legacy that now hinges on her claim to it. But alone in the dark with her scent in the air and her breath coming fast, his hands stop obeying orders. One touch against her waist becomes fingers dragging up her spine. One shared glance becomes his mouth finding hers in the cramped aisle where moonlight barely reaches.
She should push him away. The blood ties between them make this wrong in ways she was raised never to question. Instead she arches into him, letting him lift her onto a dusty ledge, spreading her knees to fit him closer, whimpering when his palm covers her throat just to feel her pulse race against his thumb.
What they build in those stolen hours becomes an addiction neither can quit. The estate holds secrets older than their forbidden want, and their bodies keep finding each other in shadowed corners where no one would think to look. He learns exactly how she sounds when she's close. She learns how to make his control snap with a single roll of her hips.
But the legacy divides them even as their midnight meetings deepen into something hungrier than mere flesh. Someone wants her claim denied. Someone watches the guardian's loyalties shift. And the fire that consumes them behind locked doors might burn down everything they're each fighting to keep.
A full-length forbidden taboo erotic romance.
