Lust In The Desert | Emma Rose [extra Quality]

Emma Rose stood, brushed the grit from her thighs, and smiled. She had come to the desert to be emptied. Instead, she had been filled with a new kind of thirst—one the sun could never quench.

Instead, the desert had woken something feral. lust in the desert emma rose

He pulled her outside, onto the cooling sand. The moon, a curved blade of silver, illuminated nothing and everything. He traced the line of her arm, the dip of her waist, each touch a question she answered by leaning closer. When his lips found her collarbone, the desert itself seemed to hold its breath. No crickets. No wind. Only the sound of her own blood rushing. Emma Rose stood, brushed the grit from her