Chapter 83

  Her thighs were slick—not from the water, but from her. Aching, dripping, swollen with need that had never fully been sated.

  He looked up at her.

  Water streamed over his face, his hair plastered to his forehead. His eyes were dark, hungry.

  "Tess," he rasped.

  Her heart melted. His eyes were...

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