Hands On My Throat (Choked). chocked

Lila didn't believe in magnetic connections. Not the kind that locked your breath in your chest. Not the kind that made your pulse pound in your ears before a word was even spoken. And certainly not the kind that made you forget who you were before you touched someone. But that was before Malik. He didn't just enter her life - he took it in his hands, the same way he could take her pulse at her throat, feeling each beat like it belonged to him.
The air around him was heat and shadow, a contradiction of danger and safety, and Lila found herself walking into it without hesitation. Her mind whispered to stay away. Her body. whispered something else. She knew the cost of surrendering to a man like him. She just didn't know if she cared anymore.