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AUTHOR’S POV
The room was silent except for the faint sound of their breathing, the warmth of the night wrapping around them. The air was thick, charged with something unspoken.
Sloane stirred, her body sore but satisfied, wrapped in the protective embrace of the man beneath her.
She could feel his warmth against her, his strong arm draped possessively around her waist. His scent surrounded her—musky, intoxicating, purely him.
Her eyes fluttered open slowly, adjusting to the dim light of the room. The moment she did, she heard it—his heavy breathing.
Damon’s body was tense beneath her, his muscles rigid, his chest rising and falling unevenly.
His jaw was clenched, and his lips parted slightly as he muttered lowly to himself.
“f**k…” His voice was rough, strained with fru
