A Wife For Seven Days
A soft trembling gasp tore from her lips and the movement of her chest increased.
Xander enjoyed watching her reactions, reading every flicker of her lashes, every tremble of her soft lips.
His thumb moved, grazing over her trembling lips, and it sent shivers to her core.
Tatiana gripped the sheet, torn between fleeing and falling.
His face inched close and the air changed, sharp with the scent of him—clean, musky, unmistakably Xander. His breath felt warm against her lips, and her lips were surprisingly more eager for his touch than she could imagine.
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