Chapter 75 —The Devil's Word

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Roman adjusted his shirt, slowly buttoning it up with his usual calm. Aylin, her legs still trembling, smoothed her dress, running a hand through her hair in an attempt to regain some composure.

But before she could take a step away from him, Roman caught her.

His fingers brushed her cheek with unexpected gentleness, a light caress that left her completely still.

Aylin looked up, meeting his dark eyes, now stripped of the wild desire of minutes before. Now they were more intense, deeper... more real.

“Come here...” he whispered, his tone deep, almost hoarse.

Aylin had no chance to reply. Roman leaned down and kissed her. But this time, there was no urgency, no haste, no demand or dominance.

His lips slid over hers slowly, with a tenderness that left her completely disarmed.

Aylin felt a shiver run down her spine.

Roman was kissing her as if there were nothing else in the world. As if she were the only thing that mattered. And that terrified her mo