Chapter 125 Bruises and Vows

Valentina

His hands were fire. Possessive. Unrelenting.

They gripped my hips like they were his anchor to this world—and maybe they were. Because I could feel it in the way he held me, the way his fingers dug into my flesh. This wasn’t just sex. This was a war cry. A reclamation. A promis...

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