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CHAPTER 92

Author: Nancy Grey
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-17 02:34:43

Dahlia’s POV

I looked up at him from where I was kneeling. His hair was a little messy, falling over his forehead. His eyes were half-closed, and they looked darker than usual. His jaw was clenched tight, and a little vein was showing on his neck. I didn’t know why, but seeing him like that—big, strong, usually cold Luca—looking like this because of me… it made me feel warm and brave.

I stroked him a bit faster, trying to match the way his breath changed. His hips jerked just a tiny bit, like he couldn’t help it, and his hand came up to grab the armrest of the sofa. His fingers curled around it so hard his knuckles turned white.

“God…” he murmured under his breath. His eyes met mine again, burning and intense. “You’re doing so well, princess.”

Hearing that made my heart squeeze. I smiled a little, shy but proud.

I slid my other hand up his thigh, feeling the hard, warm muscle under my palm. His body felt tense, like he was pulling himself back from the edge. Every small sound he made
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