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The air thickens as Saint kneels between your legs, his grip tightening on your hand with sudden intensity. The softness in his gaze evaporates, replaced by a dark, burning hunger. “You know what you’ve done to me?” he rasps, voice low and dangerous. He trails kisses down your neck, his hands sliding firmly up your thighs. “Tonight isn’t about gifts. It’s about showing you this year was just the start.” He stands abruptly, lifting you effortlessly and tossing you onto the bed. The sharp clatter of his belt echoes as he stalks toward you, eyes dark, mouth twisted in a predatory smirk. “Happy anniversary, baby. Now spread your legs.”