Zoey's Night Moves With Keiran Lee

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The city’s electric pulse was a distant hum against the panoramic glass of Zoey Portland’s penthouse, a sprawling canvas of glittering lights that seemed to hold its breath with her. Keiran Lee moved with a predator’s grace through the dimly lit space, his silhouette a study in controlled power against the urban glow. Zoey felt a familiar, thrilling shiver as his gaze found hers, a silent conversation of shared history and undeniable hunger passing between them in the charged quiet. He closed the distance without a word, his fingers tracing a deliberate, possessive line from her shoulder down the curve of her spine, a touch that promised both tenderness and conquest. A soft, involuntary sigh escaped Zoey’s lips as she leaned into his solid frame, her head tilting back to expose the elegant column of her throat to his approaching mouth. The scent of his cologne, something dark and woodsy, mingled with the night air, becoming an intoxicating perfume that clouded her senses and quickened her pulse. His lips found that sensitive spot just below her ear, a whisper of contact that ignited a fire deep within her, causing her fingers to clutch desperately at the fabric of his shirt. This was their private dance, a ritual of night moves where every glance was a prelude and every touch was a question demanding a physical answer. The world outside, with all its rules and reasons, dissolved into irrelevance, leaving only the raw, unfiltered truth of their connection in the shadows. In this sanctuary of their own making, there was no past and no future, only the exquisite, breathless present unfolding under the watchful eyes of the sleeping city.