The Debt Collectors Bride
I wanted to see every scar, every inch of him.
He helped me, his movements fast and rough. Soon, there was nothing left between us but the moonlight and the heat.
Damien hovered over me, his arms shaking as he held his weight up. He looked down at me with so much intensity that I felt like he was reading my thoughts.
"Are you sure?" he asked. His voice was a low growl, thick with a need that mirrored my own.
"Yes," I whispered. "More than anything."
He leaned down, his mouth finding the sensitive spot just below my ear. He bit softly, and a jolt of pure electricity shot straight to my core. I arched my back, my skin sensitive to every hair on his chest, every hard line of his body.
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