45. All the wrong things...Her breathing hitched, uneven, caught between reality and a memory— or maybe a dream. A warmth pooled in her chest and spread through her limbs, making her skin tingle where she hadn't even realized it could. Images flickered behind her closed eyes, sharp and vivid.A man's body, carved and impossibly close. Her fingers traced lines she shouldn't have remembered, feeling the sculpted edges beneath her touch. A low, primal growl slipped from his throat, vibrating against her. Her pulse raced, every nerve alight, and she pressed closer in thought, reckless and burning.Her breathing quickened. Her body squirmed where he touched her. Warmth pooled between her legs. The man inched closer. And closer. His face...his face...Her eyes snapped open. She gasped. There was a man beside her. A man. Shirtless.She tilted her head back, taking him in. Her heart nearly leapt out of her throat.Lucien.Dahlia's eyes flickered across the room. Thin streaks of light wer
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