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The sight of Reomen's bare torso was mesmerizing. Every defined muscle, every sharp angle, was a testament to power and control.
Paige's breath hitched, a purely physical reaction to the raw masculinity before her. A desperate, aching want coiled deep within her—a need to feel that skin against hers, to trace every line with her lips.
But he gave her no time to act. With a swift, practiced movement, his hands made quick work of the rest of her clothes.
The torn silk blouse was discarded, her trousers and lingerie followed, until she lay completely bare against the cool Frette linens, exposed under his burning gaze.
A slow, supremely smug smirk spread across his face as he looked his fill, his eyes dark with possession and triumph.
"Look at you," he purred, his voice a low, wicked promise. "All that fire and fight, and here you are. Naked and under me. Exactly where you belong. I'm going to ruin you for anyone else."
