Chapter 27 My mate, my wife

ROCHELLE

“I love you!” Heathcliff's words rasped as his mouth dropped to my neck, leaving slow, open‑mouthed kisses down the side of it.

My head tipped to the side on instinct, exposing more of my skin to him, a soft moan slipping out as our eyes caught in the mirror. His eyes were darker, golden,...

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