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Inayah’s heart slams maddeningly hard within the walls of her ribcage. Her mouth turns bone dry and she struggles not to flinch nor move whilst astride Sin’s laps.

Salem Raised an eyebrow, drawing her attention from his hair and eyes to the rest of his symmetrically masculine face. His nose held just enough authority without being too big. His chin was square enough to expose every clench of his teeth, and his throat powerful enough to reveal every swallow, rippling with sinew and muscle.

Inayah’s eyes followed his neck, following the contours of his flawless skin until it disappeared beneath the dark grey shirt with the collar unbuttoned. A scar sat just above the bow of his collarbone, one that seemed eerily close to—

“Shall I repeat myself?” Salemsuddenly questioned slight inflexion in his otherwise arctic mellow voice.

Inayah’s eyes flickered to his face then down to her hands which lay uselessly on his lap, e