His arms were a vice, a dark, possessive cage around me. I stared down at him, his face nestled against the curve of my breast, the warmth of his breath a disturbingly intimate caress that sent shivers down my spine. A strange, heavy languor settled over me, a stark contrast to the sharp, thrilling fear that coiled in my stomach. He looks almost innocent, I thought, my gaze tracing the harsh, beautiful lines of his face. But beneath the surface, there's a darkness that consumes him-and threatens to consume me.
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