The air seemed to have been sucked from her lungs. His overpowering presence enveloped her, sealing off any path of retreat.
He smelled heavily of alcohol, and his grip on her wrists lacked restraint; she felt as though her bones might shatter. His other hand moved slowly downward, deftly gripping the hem of her robe, and in an instant, her white bathrobe was...
Jian An'an was struck by utter panic. Although the room was dim, she recognized his scent instantly. She would never forget the smell or the warmth of his body.
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