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AUTHOR’S POV
A Dream That Shouldn’t Have Happened
Sloane was lost in a world where time didn’t exist, where reality was a distant memory and all that remained was the intensity of sensation, the pull of desire, and the overwhelming presence of him.
Damon.
She didn’t know how she got here, standing in the dim glow of candlelight, wrapped in silk sheets that barely clung to her skin, her breath uneven as he towered over her.
His dark eyes held her captive, flickering with something unreadable—something dangerous, yet irresistible.
“You’re trembling,” he murmured, his voice smooth like velvet, but laced with something heavier, something that sent a shiver down her spine.
Sloane swallowed hard. He was too close, his scent—clean, musky, undeniably Damon—filling her senses, maki
