Elena's POV
The moment his fingers tipped my chin upward, my breath locked in my chest. The room suddenly felt so small. The walls closed in on me with the smell of heavy leather, polished metal, and his dark cologne.
I knew Noah Marlowe was dangerous. But I never expected his danger to look like this. Dark, deliberate, and deeply intimate.
"I... I'm sorry," I managed to say, my voice trembling violently. "I didn't come in here on purpose. I swear."
His thumb brushed along my jawbone. It wasn't rough. It was terrifyingly soft.
"You didn't come in on purpose," he echoed, dark amusement threading through his low voice. "Did you trip and fall into my dungeon, Elena?"
"No," I swallowed hard, pressing my back flat against the cold wall.
"I was trying to go to your study. I wanted to use
