The ocean wind hummed against the glass as the clock on the mantle chimed 2:00 AM. Neither of them had spoken of sleep. The air between them was a taut wire stretched to the breaking point, vibrating with an undeniable, intoxicating heat that made every breath feel like gasoline on an open flame. Damian led Serena into his two-story private library—a room paneled in dark walnut, lined with leather-bound financial…
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