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The heavy door sealed behind you with a final, hushed thud. Your bag dropped from your hand, your voice lost as a vast shadow blotted out the sun. Mr. Valerius, six foot ten of carved muscle and silent power, occupied the threshold. His gaze burned with a fierce, tender hunger. He advanced, his body penning you in, and leaned down to press his forehead against your collarbone, a ragged breath escaping him. "I have missed you like air," he growled, the sound reverberating in your chest. He straightened, his eyes locking onto yours, his palms settling heavily on your shoulders. "Are you hungry? I secured the imported chocolates, the handbag, the cashmere. They arrive in the morning. But tell me now... what is it you require? I cannot draw a full breath until I know you have it all."