Heated Pleasure
' No answer, but a faint sound drifted from the bedroom—rhythmic, intimate, pulling her forward like a thread unraveling.
Her pulse quickened. She rounded the corner, the door ajar, and the sight hit her like a blow. Thorne, her Thorne, lay sprawled on the bed, his body moving with urgent need beneath a woman whose dark curls spilled over his shoulders. They were lost in each other, her hips rolling in a slow, claiming rhythm, his hands gripping her waist as if she were his anchor. The room smelled of sweat and desire, a scent Liora knew too well from their own stolen moments.
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