One hand might have been trapped in her grip, but his other continued its sinful exploration, trailing along her waistline.
Heat radiated wherever his fingers touched, a firestorm of sensation that left her trembling with anticipation and dread.
Even without seeing his face, she could vividly picture his wicked grin, the smug amusement dancing in his eyes. His sheer audacity made her body burn with both anger and a strange, forbidden thrill.
Alexander in this state was unrestrained, a force of untamed dominance cloaked in charm. He was dangerous, relentless, and devastatingly alluring.
His touch was a thief of reason, and she was helpless against the temptation that threatened to consume her.
Phoebe clenched her teeth, cheeks aflame as she clung to his hand with all her might. Tears
