The Dark Swan 18+
A pair of strong, iron-clad arms locked around my waist from behind, lifting me slightly off my feet and pulling me backward into the secluded, shadowed gap between two massive, towering bookshelves.
I gasped, my heart leaping violently into my throat.
Panic surged hot through my veins—I clawed at the hands on my waist, expecting a threat, a kidnapping, a nightmare.
But then, the familiar, intoxicating scent of expensive cedarwood, rain, and pure, masculine heat washed over me.
I turned my head sharply, and my eyes collided with the wicked, possessive glint on a pair of stormy midnight blue eyes.
The terror evaporated instantly, leaving only a breathless, electric heat in its wake.
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