The morning sun filtered through the sheer linen curtains of the master bedroom suite, casting soft golden quadrangles across the antique mahogany bed. Outside, a gentle summer breeze rustled the leaves of the century-old elms, and birds sang sweetly across the gardens of Hawthorne Manor. Claire awoke slowly, nestled securely within Nathan’s powerful embrace. His heavy arm was draped possessively over her waist, pulling her flush against his sculpted, bare…
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