His Promised Chaste Bride

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rer look at him, but it's dark maki

lash patterns across his

e steps forward. An empty chair sits across from him, so witho

e lifts h

me like he's trying to p

catches in

eye down to just under his ear. Instead of making him look

lower, down

gon t

see it, my

flinch und

xy. Every inch of him radiates strength, from his broad

erful about him, something th

aze is fixed on his onyx eyes, so d

omething eeri

ow my

ly carries thi

rds come out slurred as I lean in, my

ion remains

Amalfi Coast, in Campania. And that's exactly where my

my lips down to my heaving chest; it stays

gh me like wildfire. I stiffen, my pulse

electrifying pull

deep baritone voice sending a pool of

e adds, "But I'm curious...

gaze locks on mi

e feel so

on slips from my lips before I

ng my senses. I shake my head, trying to

urs, leaning in slightly, his

throat feels tight like something is lodg

t his eyes keeps m

es flex beneath his black shirt, but because of the way h

-his lips twitch into a smirk

lams again

tion itself. Like a

rises to

s presence is

strong, built frame, the veins that pulse in his arms,

shes in my mind-his body against mi

N

the thought. I shouldn't be thinki

akes another

breat

create some space between us. But it doesn't help. If anything

en, With a single finger, he brushes a strand of

, tingling from my neck down to my to

st be messing

o be the

whisper, as his fingers trail down my cheek,

ngled in a haze of alcohol and

g," he murmurs, his thumb brushing the corner of my m

head slowly. No. But even I can hea

n, his breath warm against my lips. "You want me to make you

op myself from nodding. "Yes," I wh

wrong

is ma

nd. But right now, at this moment, I don't care. I don't want to think about duty

ps hovering just above mine, drawi

t," I breathe. "

into his arms. Instinctively, my hands move arou

tes from his body, his scent smoky and i

y lit hallway, he kicks open a

What am

ered me onto a plush bed. The room is dark

sure about this?" His voice is softer now

lack, endless. My gaze drift

more than just attraction. He carries an air of mystery, a col

pressing against me, his

ack of my head gently, his fingers tan

ips crash a

the kiss deepens, urgent and consuming. M

y body responds to him in ways I never imagined possible, ever

slowly unzipping my dress. My skin prickles under h

firm claiming grip. My thighs press

he s

mine as he whispers,

like a warning

lready too