SHE CAN'T BE TAMED
he asked, his eyes locked on hers.
Arla's silver pajamas clung to her body, accentuating every curve and revealing her skin beneath the soaked fabric. Her nipples hardened, and Liam couldn't help but be mesmerized by the sight before him.
His gaze roamed over her, taking in her stunning features. With his right hand, Liam ran his fingers through his hair, his muscles flexing under the shower's spray. Arla found herself captivated by his raw masculinity, unable to deny his magnetic allure.
Swallowing hard, she tore her gaze from his, her tone shifting to one of unwavering determination. "Let go of my hands right now," she demanded, her eyes locked on his.
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