Adonis did not ask questions.
He simply carried her back to the massive bed.
He lay down beside her, pulling her securely against his broad chest. He wrapped his muscular arms around her trembling frame, assuring her that she was absolutely safe in his arms.
Even placing a kiss on her forehead to show he truly did care.
Nikki buried her face deep into the crook of his neck, her sobs slowly tapering off into quiet, jagged hiccups. She refused to say a word, focusing entirely on the steady, simulated rise and fall of his chest.
She breathed him in, a deep, grounding scent of fresh rain, and a faint dark rose that clung to his skin. It was intoxicating.
It was an addiction that slowly poured ice water over her blazing panic attack, bringing her heart rate back down from the hazardous red zone.
For a long time, the only sound in the penthouse was her ragged breathing and the soft, rhythmic whir of his internal cooling fans.
