She looked like an angel, but temptation had sharper edges.
Her skin softer than the silk she wore, her body a siren's invitation-she was heaven wrapped in sin.
He wasn't supposed to want her again.
But rules never mattered when she was in his bed.
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Some connections don't fade. They burn — slow, sharp, and impossible to outrun.
In a world built on control, they were each other's unraveling. No matter the silence, the distance, or the wreckage left behind, they kept circling back — drawn by something neither of them could name, let alone destroy. A story of longing, surrender, and the kind of love that doesn't let go — even when it should.
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