The man's roguish gaze swept over Emma Hart's bashful face, her bright, lively eyes darting away nervously.
Damien Sterling's voice, deep and beguilingly wicked, resonated with a magnetic, ambiguous charm.
"You truly are a natural enchantress," he murmured.
Emma glared at Damien, sensing the words weren't meant as a compliment but rather as a form of disdain from him.
"Let me go," she demanded.
"Alright," Damien agreed, a smirk playing on his lips.
Emma's body, responding to the release, leaned back in a graceful arc.
To her astonishment, Damien did let go.
"Ah!" she exclaimed in shock.
But her fall was arrested unexpectedly.
Strong hands firmly caught her, pulling her back from the brink.
Emma's body was once again secured in Damien's grasp.
