The Lord Of Chaos: A Forced Marriage
Vittoria’s hands glided slowly across his chest, matching the rhythm of their deepening kisses, until they paused at the towel wrapped around his waist.
“Oops, looks like the towel slipped,” she whispered, breathless, biting her lip with a mischievous glint as her gaze drifted down his body.
A daring smile curved her lips, and she lifted her eyes to meet him with bold, teasing confidence.
“What a delightful oversight on my part,” she added, her voice velvety, watching desire flare and burn brightly in his eyes.
Her hands roamed his firm chest, fingertips trailing slowly over every defined line.
Her lips brushed against him, but there was a clear mischief in her gaze as she began to move down
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