Cripple Billionaire Husband
“This isn’t just some game.”
Emmy’s hand shot out, gripping his shirt, pulling him closer until their lips finally met. The kiss was ferocious, desperate—there was no more hesitation, no more games. It was raw, all-consuming. He tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling her into him, deepening the kiss as their bodies pressed together.
Her hands slipped beneath his shirt, her fingertips grazing the skin of his chest, sending a jolt of heat through him. He growled softly, his lips moving down her neck, tasting her, branding her as his. The heat between them surged, a wildfire that couldn’t be contained.
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