Vivian’s POVI had always believed my arranged husband didn’t care for me. He treated our nights together as nothing more than routine, distant in every other way. But tonight, as he turned his back after we finished, a voice—raw and desperate—shouted in my head, craving another round.Ethan pressed me against his chest the moment we stepped into the bedroom. His touch ignited fire across my skin. His lips were soft yet insistent, sucking and teasing mine, pulling me into a heat I couldn’t resist.My hands reached out for support, but all I found were Ethan’s hard, sculpted muscles and strong arms. Even through the fabric of his shirt, I could feel his body warming, his desire rising—and mine along with it.I wore a simple slip dress, yet I felt consumed, as if my entire body was melting, searching for a touch to soothe the longing that had built inside me.Today was our anniversary—a rare day when my cold, distant husband actually showed interest in me.I tried not to let myself get c
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