The Alpha King's Captive Bride: Forbidden Desires
I whispered, voice husky, my fingers curling into his shirt, feeling the heat of his skin, wild and hard.
“And you’re a damn fool,” he shot back, voice low, dirty, his hand sliding up my back, scars scraping my spine, pulling me flush against him, heat exploding between us, steamy and reckless. “Thinking you can save us by running.” My pulse slammed, green eyes wide, his face inches from mine, lips parted, breath hot on my skin, spicy and wild, pulling me under. “I can’t stay,” I hissed, voice sharp, green eyes burning, pushing against him, fighting the pull, the heat, damn it, fighting him. “I won’t watch you burn.”
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