BEING THE BILLIONAIRE’S BRIDE
Rosalina melted into him, her fingers curling around his shirt, anchoring herself to this moment…to this man.
When they finally pulled apart, breathless, he pressed his forehead to hers. "I've been trying hard to keep this line between us."
She gave a broken laugh, her hands framed his face, caressing his chin softly. “Lines don't survive long when both people want to cross them, Damon. We both want to.” Her voice quivered heavy with the eight of passion and desire.
They didn't speak again as he led her inside, past the staircase, down the hall, and into his room. This time, she didn't sneak away…she didn’t want to.
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