CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

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This man would be my ruin.

A perfect ruin at that, and I knew that if he was hell, I wouldn't hesitate to burn for him. That was how deep my feelings for him ran. That was how hard he had his claws sunk into the very core of my soul.

I didn't know what made this moment more intense. If it was the feathery touches that breezed through my skin now and then, or if it was the uneven breaths that emitted us as our noses and lips brushed against each other, now and then, achingly.

It was a sick form of tease.

We both wanted each other but we were still holding back, clinging onto the waning restraint that hung between us while I straddled him.

A consuming heat danced across my skin as a result of how emotions seemed to have shrunk the room into the size of a matchbox, the air rippling with so much sexual tension that I could barely breathe. It was so frustrating but I loved every bit of it.

André held me around my waist in a way that was so soft, yet possessive, his