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The air thickened with the scent of warm skin and expensive bourbon, a heady perfume that made the room feel smaller, more intimate. His gaze, heavy and deliberate, traced a slow path from the curve of my shoulder down to the nervous flutter of my pulse at my wrist. A calloused thumb, surprisingly gentle, brushed agat my lower lip, a silent question that sent a shiver cascading down my spine. I could feel the latent strength in his hand as it settled on the small of my back, pulling me just an inch closer into the orbit of his heat. The low timbre of his voice was a physical thing, a vibration that hummed through my chest as he murmured something lost beneath the roaring in my ears. My own fingers, trembling slightly, found the crisp fabric of his shirt, feeling the solid wall of muscle beneath as my breath hitched. Every thought, every worry, melted away under the deliberate, possessive weight of his attention, leaving only a raw, aching awareness. The world narrowed to this single point of contact, to the promise and the threat in his hooded eyes, a delicious tension coiling deep within my core. This was a different kind of lesson, one taught not with words but with the searing language of touch and a look that promised both ruin and revelation.
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