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Frustration gnawed at him, relentless and insatiable, burrowing
under his skin like a parasite he couldn’t shake. With a growl of rage,
he grabbed his phone and hurled it across the room, the sharp crack
of plastic against the wall barely satisfying the storm brewing inside
him. His fists clenched, his jaw locked tight, and he dragged a rough
hand through his hair as he paced, his body thrumming with barely
restrained energy.
Rejection burned through him like acid, scorching his pride, searing his ego. But worse–far worse–was the maddening truth he could no longer deny. One look at her, one glance into those wide, doe–like
eyes, brimming with innocence and just a hint of something she didn’t even understand, and he was undone. His carefully constructed
walls shattered, his control crumbled to dust. It was infuriating how
effortlessly she unraveled him, how one tilt of her head, one flutter of
her dark lashes, could reduce him to nothing more than a reckless,
desperate man consumed by want.
Even now, with nothing but the memory of her lingering in his mind,
heat coiled low in his stomach, thick and unbearable. His blood
pounded in his veins, rushing south with a force he had no hope of
stopping. He was hard–achingly, unbearably so–his body betraying
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him with ruthless precision.
Damn her.
Damn those soft lips, that delicate throat, the way her breath hitched
when he stood too close.
In all these months that he had spent away from her. A dream had
haunted him every night.
A vision of that dream now burned behind his eyes–her body arching
beneath him, her skin flushed and dewy with desire, those same
guileless eyes glazed with pleasure. He could almost feel the shape of
her beneath his hands, even in the dream, the way she would shudder
and sigh as he traced every curve, every dip, branding himself into
her with every heated touch.
And God–God–the thought of sinking into her, of finally claiming
her, made his head spin. He could almost feel it, the unbearable heat
of her, slick and tight, drawing him in, her body clenching around him
like she was made for him alone. He imagined her nails digging into
his back, her lips parting on a gasp as he filled her, stretching her,
consuming her inch by inch until there was nothing left between
them. Until she was his, in every way that mattered.
A harsh breath tore from his throat, and he braced himself against
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the wall, his fingers digging into the cold surface.
This was madness.
She was driving him mad.
And the worst part?
He would let her. He would welcome it.
Goddamn it!
Graham raked his fingers through his hair, exhaling sharply as
frustration clawed at his insides. He was doing it again–spiraling,
losing himself in thoughts of her, in memories that refused to stay
buried. And she wasn’t even in the damn room.
It infuriated him.
Three months ago, he had made his decision. He had told himself she
wasn’t worth the effort, that he had wasted too much time already-
chasing after a foolish, stubborn girl, trying to win her, convince her
of what could have been. He had called himself a fool for wanting her
so desperately, for lowering himself to the level of a man who begged.
And so, he had let her go.
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Or at least, he had thought he had.
But distance hadn’t done a damn thing to rid him of her. If anything,
the last three months had been a slow, excruciating torment. He had
removed her from his sight, yet she remained branded into his mind,
haunting his nights, poisoning his thoughts. And the worst part?
He still wanted her.
It was a sickness now–this relentless, gnawing need that refused to
be silenced. It burned through him like an addiction he couldn’t
shake, like a hunger that only deepened with every passing day. He
had spent sleepless nights tormented by visions of her–the shape of
her body beneath that white dress, the elegant curve of her back,
those endless legs wrapped in silk. And beneath it all, the unbearable
thought of what lay beneath–the softness he had yet to touch, the
warmth he had yet to claim.
The images were merciless.
He could almost feel the weight of her beneath him, the way her
breath would hitch as he dragged his lips over her throat, the sweet,
gasping sound she would make when he finally–finally–took her.
So, he had figured out a way to end this. Now and forever.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
