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The air between them was thick- charged with a raw, magnetic pull that neither of them could ignore. Amelia’s heart pounded in her chest, a constant drumbeat that seemed to match the rhythm of her breath. Alexander’s presence loomed over her like a storm ready to break, his eyes dark, filled with a kind of quiet hunger that sent a shiver through her.
She wanted to look away, to find something-anything-to distract her from the heat of the moment, but she couldn’t. Her body was betraying her, responding to him in ways she had tried to suppress, in ways she didn’t want to acknowledge.
“I told you,” he said, his voice low and dangerous, a promise wrapped in each word. “I want you, Amelia.”
She swallowed hard, every nerve in her body alight with the tension between them. He stepped closer, closing the space between them so that the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them. The heat of his body, the scent of him-deep, musky, intoxicating— filled the small room, and she could hardly breathe under the weight of it all.
“I don’t know if I’m ready for this,” she whispered, her voice trembling despite her attempts at control. She tried to take a step back, but his hand was there, quick and firm, catching her wrist.
“You don’t need to be ready,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over her pulse, sending a spark through her. “You just need to trust me.”
Amelia’s heart raced in her chest, and she could feel the temptation, the
Longing, curling in her gut. She
Wanted to trust him, wanted to give in to the desire that was building between them. But she was afraid. She was terrified that she would lose herself in him. That she would lose herself in this.
“You’re not a game, Alexander,” she said, though the words felt weaker the more she said them. She had to push him away-she had to keep control, but every time she tried, his touch made it harder to fight.
“I never said you were,” he replied, his voice a soft growl, his fingers now at the hem of her cardigan. The warmth of his skin against her arm sent a wave of sensation through her, and before she could even process it, he pulled her closer, his lips just a breath away from hers.
His gaze was unrelenting, dark with intention, and for a moment, Amelia thought she might drown in the depths of it. She could feel the pulse of desire building between them—an unspoken promise that neither could ignore.
Without a word, Alexander cupped her face in his hands, tilting her chin upward, his mouth capturing hers in a kiss that was nothing like the soft, tentative ones they had shared before. This kiss was fierce, possessive, hungry. It stole her
Breath, consumed her thoughts, and before she could even process what was happening, her hands were on his chest, fingers digging into the fabric of his suit as if it was the only thing keeping her anchored.
He pulled her closer, his lips sliding against hers with an urgency that left her dizzy. Her pulse quickened, her chest rising and falling in time with his breath, and all the barriers she had built began to crumble, piece by piece.
Alexander’s hands slid down her back, pulling her into him with a force that made her gasp. She could feel the hardness of him against her, feel the weight of his desire pressing into her in a way that made her want to give in. She had never felt this vulnerable before, never felt so alive in someone else’s touch.
But even as her body responded to him, her mind screamed for control. She wasn’t ready to lose herself. She wasn’t ready for this. Not yet.
“Stop,” she whispered against his lips, though there was no real conviction in her voice. She couldn’t push him away, couldn’t bring herself to stop what had already started.
He paused, his forehead resting against hers, their breaths mingling
In the space between them. For a moment, the world held its breath, both of them teetering on the edge of something dangerous, something neither of them could take back.
“I’ll stop when you tell me to,” he said, his voice rough with desire. But even as he spoke the words, she could feel the tension in him—the raw need that thrummed through his veins, making him just as desperate for this as she
Was.
Amelia closed her eyes, her chest rising and falling in quick succession, her hands trembling at his sides. She wanted to pull away, to find some way to stop the flood of emotions that had already overtaken her, but she couldn’t. The pull between them was too strong. And deep down, she didn’t want it to stop. Not really.
With a soft breath, she gave in, her hands sliding up to his neck, fingers threading through his dark hair, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened, slow and deliberate, as if they were both savoring the moment, knowing it might be their last chance to feel this way. To feel each other.
It was then that the door to the office burst open, the sound of it echoing through the quiet space, shattering the moment.
Amelia pulled away in shock, her breath ragged, her heart pounding in her chest. She turned toward the door, her eyes wide, and for a split second, her world seemed to stop.
Standing in the doorway, framed by the dim light from the hallway, was a
Man-tall, imposing, with an expression that could freeze anyone in their tracks.
“Amelia...” his voice was low, full of
Disbelief.

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Beneath the Vows
Romance--- "Beneath the Vows" In the heart of the city, Amelia Carter is a hardworking waitress, struggling to make ends meet. Her life is simple-until the enigmatic and wealthy Alexander Blackwell enters the picture. A man of mystery and power, Alexander...