The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride
Distorted.
And then, a wave of heat. Not just the usual club heat, but a deep, internal warmth that spread through my limbs like liquid fire. It started in my stomach, then rushed through my veins, making my skin prickle. My face felt flushed, hot and tight.
“Marcus,” I mumbled, my voice suddenly breathless. “I… I feel hot.”
I grabbed his hand, which was still holding my arm, and pulled it to my cheek. His skin was cool, so cool against my burning face. It felt amazing. I pressed his palm harder against my skin, sighing.
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