The city outside was quiet, a deceptive calm that made the storm inside the penthouse feel even more dangerous. Rain pattered against the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting patterns of shadow and light across the polished marble, but all I could focus on was Damian, him, his heat, and the undeniable tension that bound us together in ways that defied reason. I perched on the edge of the chaise lounge, legs crossed tightly, heart hammering in my chest as Damian moved through the room like a predator circling his prey. Every motion, every step, every glance, was deliberate, calculated, and charged with a raw, unrelenting possession that made my blood run hot. My body had been aching for him since the moment I’d woken up, and no matter how much I tried to convince myself to stay calm, the desire simmering between us was impossible to ignore. “You’ve been staring at me all morning,” Damian said, voice low and rough, the kind that made my knees weak and my stomach coil in anticipation. He st
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