Shadows of Desire
It wasn't the languid, lazy heat of the morning; it was a desperate, territorial claim.
"Tell me you are mine," he demanded, his hands sliding down to grip my thighs, lifting me effortlessly against the glass.
"I am yours," I gasped, wrapping my legs around his waist, completely surrendering my gravity to him. "Only yours, Victor. Always."
He captured my mouth in a brutal, starving kiss, pouring all his protective fury and overwhelming love into the connection. We were going to war again, but this time, there were no blind spots. We were anchored in absolute transparency, bound by an intimacy that no threat could ever unravel. And as his hands mapped my skin, drowning out the fear with blind
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