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Damon grabbed Arabella's hand and pulled her body close to his. The impact was entirely emotional, like a meeting of souls. Then, he held the woman's slim waist and placed her on one of the cars parked in the narrow alley. All with admirable effortlessness.

She had a moment of surprise, but it was quickly replaced by the sensation of Damon's lips pressing against hers. Arabella did not recoil, nor did she consider it. She simply parted her legs, creating the perfect space for Damon to be between them. And that's what he did.

The man's hands were everywhere but stayed nowhere. Damon tightened his grip on Arabella's waist, traced her legs, caressed her skin, lifted her dress.

In turn, Arabella ran her fingers through his hair effortlessly. It wasn't like they were in a dark street when they deepened the kiss. Their tongues intertwined, flavors mingled, desires unfolded, and senses mirrored each other.

Arabella might think she was just another woman passing through Damon's life, but she