His Dangerous Touch

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Sebastian's gaze never left hers, his eyes dark with something she couldn't name. He moved closer, the heat between them almost unbearable. He reached out, his fingers brushing her arm lightly, sending a wave of warmth through her. "You can try to fight it all you want, Lyla," he whispered, his voice low, thick with temptation. "But you feel it, don't you? The pull."

Lyla's breath hitched, her body betraying her as she tried to step back, but there was nowhere to go. "I don't know what you're talking about," she said, though her voice wavered, betraying the lie.

His fingers slid slowly down her arm, trailing heat in their wake. He leaned in, his breath warm against her neck. "You do. I can see it in your eyes," he murmured. "You want this. You want me."

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