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Jayna Woods, Mark Wood Pic(s)
The low growl rumbled through the room, a vibration that started in his chest and traveled through the floorboards to settle deep within her. Her breath hitched as his shadow fell over her, large and encompassing, blotting out the lamplight until all she could see was the intense focus in his darkened eyes. The scent of him, clean soap and something uniquely masculine, filled her senses as he closed the final distance, his knuckles brushing a stray lock of hair from her cheek. That simple touch sent a jolt of pure electricity straight to her core, a promise of what was to come. His thumb traced the line of her jaw, the pressure firm and deliberate, tilting her face up to meet his unwavering gaze. She felt the heat of his body before they even touched, a radiating warmth that made her skin prickle with anticipation. A slow, knowing smile played on his lips as he watched the flush creep up her neck, a silent acknowledgment of the power he held in that moment. When his palm finally settled on the small of her back, pulling her flush agat him, the world outside ceased to exist. In that singular, breathless tant, every fiber of her being understood the unspoken question and surrendered to the commanding answer.
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