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As Cold as Ice
The man she adores is made of ice – frozen stiff embedded with ice and steel. His body is lean and his face is impassive, stone cold.
He glides with a practiced air of superiority, with velvet-soft black hair and stunning dark blue eyes that thrill her each and every time they focus on her. They seem to penetrate her, seeing in to her very heart and soul.
To touch him, she knows, is like grasping a dagger– doing so will slice her. She knows he can be cruel, mean and hateful but she is addicted. She cannot help but run her slim fingers across the smooth skin on his chiseled face, or push back his sleek hair.
Watching him so confident so self-assured, the want for him eats away at her. His smooth, seductive voice entrances her, luring her in.
She loves him and knows he would never intentionally hurt her. But she knows that being so close to him could kill her. He is dangerous. Yet she knows she will never leave him, she is safe with him and she is his.