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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dance, and a bone-chilling breeze whipped at her face. Yet, deep within her heart, a warm current bubbled forth, soothing and sweet, as though it could

her cold cheeks. "Snuggle under the covers

blankets over herself. Minutes

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

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

blankets, only for lan to pull her back

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

the soft

few more minutes,"