she felt it — the war inside him. That storm between obsession and surrender. His control was snapping, thread by thread, and every second he didn’t destroy something, was a miracle.
He leaned back just enough to look at her. His eyes were wild. Hollowed with need. “Tell me to stop,” he dared.
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