The man was already closing in as he spoke, his eyes filled with a strong sense of invasion.
This invasive feeling grew closer, and Suzanne gulped. She wanted to say something off-topic to ease the tension in her heart, but Mason King didn't seem to want to give her the chance. He was already leaning over, his arm supporting her waist, trapping her under his body.
The bedroom was brightly lit, and the bath towel hastily thrown over Suzanne just now could hardly provide any cover. She was trapped beneath him, with the neckline of her gown barely showing. Her fair and tempting necklines, wet and charming hair were scattered on the pillow. She looked up and vaguely saw Mason's deep and jade-like jawline, and below it, the man's throat bobbed slightly.
Her gaze slowly moved back up, seeing the fire smoldering in his deep black eyes as desire rolled at the bottom of his pupils.
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