Chapter 23 Twenty three

Matteo's POV

My breath was ragged in her hair. The scent of her climax, of her skin, of us, filled the dark alcove. It was a potent, maddening perfume. Every muscle in my body was pulled wire-tight with need. The ache to lift her, to carry her to my bed, to finally bury myself in the warmth I’d...

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