Chapter Forty-twoAuthor’s POVIn the dimly lit room, where the soft scent of lavender swirled through the air like a beautiful spell, Finn sat on the plush velvet couch, his legs crossed, a glass of expensive whiskey cradled in his hand. The amber liquid caught the light with every slight movement, glowing like temptation itself. He took a slow sip, the warmth sliding down his throat, grounding him just enough to keep from losing his mind.Because in front of him, moving like sin wrapped in silk, was his woman.His love.Every curve, every sway of her hips, every delicate lift of her fingers over her own body—it all belonged to him. She danced as though the music was hers, as though the room bent to her rhythm, and he was just another instrument she played. Her narrowed eyes locked with his, full of unspoken promises that settled deep in his gut and made his cock throb hard against the confines of his pants.God, he wanted her. More than he had ever wanted anyone.More than he could
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