Chapter 61: Blood, Bruises & the Softness Between Her ThighsHenry didn't do soft. He never had.But tonight, with Sophia bent over the edge of that mahogany table, her moans drowning out the jazz music playing from the vintage stereo in the corner, he did something dangerously close to worship.Her skin glistened, slick with sweat and his saliva. He gripped her hips like they were handles made for him, hips that rocked back against him with zero shame, all rhythm, all need.“Jesus, Soph,” he growled, sweat dripping down the curve of his spine. “You’re trying to make me die happy tonight, aren’t you?”She arched her back, glanced over her shoulder, lips swollen from too many kisses and teeth bites. “Or maybe I’m just making sure you remember who the hell helped you hide all these years.”He grinned, twisted, evil, raw.“Oh, I remember,” he whispered, before slamming into her one more time—rough, deep, final. She came undone like a secret. And he came undone right after her.They staye
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