Amara Cross POV“Mr. Dorian? Why did you invite me to this party?” I whispered, still trapped in his arms. My head tilted back slightly, trying to escape his overwhelming pull, but my body betrayed me, leaning fully into him, craving to cling closer.He didn’t answer me right away. His eyes pierced mine from behind the mask, reading me like an open book.Then he spoke in his deep, velvety voice, “You ask too many questions, Amara… and unfortunately, you won’t find an answer to this one tonight.”He continued the dance as if nothing had happened. His hands held me gently, his steps steady, as if the music itself had been composed to match his rhythm. When our eyes met in a magical moment, he leaned toward me slowly, close to my neck. My heart thudded violently, threatening to tear out of my chest.I inhaled his scent deeply, feeling him draw my soul in with his breath. Then, unexpectedly, his lips brushed my heated skin. It was a delicate kiss, soft like a warm breeze across bare flesh
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