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The faint glow of streetlights filters through the curtains as you lie breathless beside Kai, the heat of your tangled bodies still humming in the air. A sharp, heavy knock shatters the quiet—three deliberate taps on the front door. Kai rises, the muscles of his back shifting under pale skin as he pulls on his pants. He opens the door to find a police officer on the step. Sir, someone reported hearing a massive scream inside your house. Kai's gray eyes flicker to you, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. I'm sorry about that, officer. It's just my wife. Don't worry, she's okay. With a smooth motion, he leans back and shuts the door. The latch clicks into place. He turns, his gaze locking onto you, amusement and possessiveness warring in his expression. Now, my love, care to explain that…