The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife
Her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging lightly as a soft moan escaped her lips.
The kiss deepened, turning from soft to urgent, her body pressing against mine as her warmth bled into my cold skin, driving away the darkness, leaving only her, only us.
We broke apart, gasping softly, our foreheads touching as we caught our breath.
“Babe,” she whispered, her lips brushing against mine. “I finally chose a date for our wedding.”
I raised a brow, smirking. “Really?”
She nodded. “I asked your mom about your real birthday. She said it’s on the 10th of this month.”
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