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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at her face. Yet, deep within her heart, a warm current bubbled forth, soothing and sweet, as though it could melt the frigid

He pinched her cold cheeks. "Snuggle under the covers and wait for me. I'm gonna take a

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

robe loosely tied at the waist, which revealed a vast expanse of his sculpted torso. His wet, raven locks were carelessly pushed back, unveiling his sharp, commanding features. He exuded a lazy, powerful allure that made Clara's

forehead, and teased with a playful grin,

it into the blankets, only for lan to pull her back out. He nuzzled her neck, murmuring, "Help me dry my hair,

in, and straddled his lap as her slender fingers wove through his

her task, lan's hands began to wander beneath her nightgown, pinching the soft flesh at her waist. She couldn't suppress a muffled whimper, her spine quivering. The hairdryer's movements grew

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