53. “I want to taste you, Charlotte.”

I sink into the mattress, but my body doesn’t relax — it feels like it’s on fire. Christopher’s hands trace my curves, heating every inch of skin they touch, and I find myself responding to his touch naturally, like it’s as essential as breathing.

He rests my heels on the edge of the bed, spreading ...

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