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... racturing the heavy iron of his reserve.
"Sleeping politely?" he repeated, the words almost ridiculous.
He stepped closer, heat pressing against her. His hands, usually so disciplined, cupped her face, framing her jaw with possessive force.
"Ilaria, look at me," he commanded, his voice dropping an octave into a low, rough timbre she had never heard before.
When she met his gaze, a jolt ran through her. The calm, familiar husband she knew was gone, replaced by a fi ...
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