I pressed myself firmly against the door, yearning for it to absorb me completely, as if seeking solace in its embrace. "Is my lively kitten feeling frightened now?" queried the imposing figure towering above me, his height standing at an impressive six feet two inches. He reached into his pocket with his right hand, gently grasping my nape, bringing our faces together, allowing our breaths to intertwine. In an attempt to create space, I placed my palms on his broad chest, but his immobility only intensified. Instead, he buried his face deeper into the curve of my neck, inhaling my scent. "Running won't help now, kitten. You're already ensnared," he whispered against my skin, his words igniting electric currents that coursed through my body, tingling down my spine and pooling enticingly between my legs. With his other hand, he wrapped around my waist, drawing me even closer, intensifying the connection. His low, rumbling growl seemed to have a profound effect on me, despite my better judgment.
