Strangers After Midnight
The pale, soft light of dawn slowly replaced the shadows in the master bedroom, bringing a calm serenity to the penthouse. The heavy, intoxicating heat of the midnight fire had settled into a comfortable, quiet warmth. Mich lay tangled in the high-thread-count silk sheets, her body aching in the most satisfying way possible. Every inch of her skin felt alive, still marked by the fierce, possessive grip of Zane’s hands and the lingering warmth of his lips.
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