Chapter 74 —I Hate You, Damn Devil

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Aylin was still panting, her body trembling with every residual spasm, her mind reeling from the brutal pleasure Roman had mercilessly wrested from her. But the heat on her skin did not subside... no. Because Roman was still inside her, still holding her tightly against his body, still looking at her with those dark eyes that devoured her relentlessly.

Aylin clung to his shoulders, trying to catch her breath, but all she managed to do was feel him closer, more solid, more real.

Roman noticed the way her fingers clenched against his shirt, the way her body molded to his, and he smiled with pure danger.

“Don't play shy now, wife,” he murmured against her ear, sliding his hands down her back, caressing her with an almost sinful devotion. “I love it when you let go.”

Aylin snorted against his neck, but she didn't pull away, she couldn't. Because the desire hadn't completely faded, because her body was still burning, because, damn it, she wanted