“She’s the woman who can bear my child?”
“Yes, Master Nicholas. She’s the only one in the entire Brentwood City who is genetically
compatible with you.”
In the darkness, Tessa Reinhart was half-delirious as she lay on the king-sized bed,
clutching and clawing at her thin clothes. She felt as if flames were licking her body, and she
whined, “It’s so hot, I can’t stand it…”
The door closed with a heavy thud, and a towering figure sauntered over to the bed.
Tessa tried to open her eyes to see the person approaching, but all she could make out were the blurry edges of what would otherwise have been a rather chiseled face.
Even so, she could still feel the dominance that radiated from the person, and as he drew
near, the air around her suddenly grew so dense that she could hardly breathe.
The next moment, she felt a weight pressing down on her. The heat of her body seemed to
wane as soon as the hard contours of the man’s body molded against hers. Relieved and
tempted by the inexplicable coolness that washed over her, Tessa arched her back
fearlessly as though to close even more distance between herself and the man, wriggling
impatiently as she mumbled, “More…”
At that moment, Nicholas Sawyer’s gaze darkened, and a sense of hot urgency ran down his
spine. “Don’t move,” he whispered huskily, seductively, his voice like velvet.



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