No Strings Attached

The icy chill pricked Clara's eyes until they stung painfully. A complex tide of emotions surged within her chest beyond the grasp of words.

lan leaned close, his breath warm against her cool earlobe as he playfully nipped it. His husky voice vibrated through her.

"From now on, you're mine, Clara. You even think about running, and I'll break those pretty legs of yours."

After declaring his claim, he rose from the ground, scooped her into his arms with a grin he couldn't mask, and as he showered her with kisses, he murmured, "It's too cold out here, sweetheart. I don't want you catching a chill. Let's get inside, and I'll warm you up properly, okay?"

His voice was raspier than usual, laced with a mischievous chuckle, sounding like a siren's call.

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Snowflakes continued their dance, and a bone-chilling breeze whipped at her face. Yet, deep within her heart, a warm current bubbled forth, soothing

He pinched her cold cheeks. "Snuggle under the covers and wait for me.

pulling the blankets over herself. Minutes later, the bathroom door swung open, and lan

carelessly pushed back, unveiling his sharp, commanding features. He exuded a lazy, powerful allure that made Clara's breath

strode over, kissed her forehead, and teased with a playful grin, "Caught staring, huh?

for lan to pull her back out. He nuzzled her neck, murmuring, "Help me dry

it in, and straddled his

her task, lan's hands began to wander beneath her nightgown, pinching the soft flesh at her waist. She couldn't suppress a

a few more minutes," she