Contract of Desire: The Billionaire's Blind Wife
he said, his voice a low, husky whisper that sent shivers down my spine, as his hand glided down my left thigh, caressing and claiming.
My breathing hitched, growing heavy and ragged, my senses overwhelmed. I wanted to stop him, to regain control. I needed to see the look in his eyes, to understand what he was feeling. But my limbs had turned to water, and darkness was all I'd known since the accident that stole my sight, trapping me in a world of shadows and echoes. This man my husband only by contract was the one who'd taken me in, offering me a haven I didn't know if I deserved.