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Amara’s POV
Her body still hummed with the lingering effects of his touch, even though Xavier had pulled away, leaving her breathless and trembling. The room felt colder now, the air thick with unspoken words, and Amara couldn’t shake the weight of his presence, even though he was no longer physically near her.
He knew her better than anyone. He knew how to break her down, how to push her limits, how to make her feel things she didn’t want to feel.
He knew how to make her crave him.
“Amara,” his voice came from across the room, cold and sharp. He was watching her, his eyes gleaming with that familiar possessiveness. “Don’t think for a second that I don’t see you.”
She looked up, her heart sinking into her stomach.
“I see everything,” he said, stepping closer, his gaze never leav
