"Speak, Lorelei."
The sound of her full name—spoken in that deep, commanding voice—sent a shiver down her spine. It wasn't just a name; it was a claim. A declaration. An acknowledgment of everything they were about to become.
She trembled beneath his gaze, her body arching toward him involuntarily. Her fingers twisted in the sheets, desperate for something to hold onto.
"Yes," she finally managed, the word barely a whisper, with her face on fire. "Yes, I want you. I've always wanted you."
Attia's eyes flared.
The last vestiges of his control slipped away.
"There is no turning back," he said, his voice dropping even lower, becoming almost a growl. "Once we start this, I will not stop. I will not let you go. Do you understand?"
She nodded, her heart pounding. "Yes."
"Tell me."
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