Dark Romances That Burn After Midnight
The dawn's first light began to creep through the cracks in the heavy curtains, casting a pale glow over the chamber where Azir's wife lay curled on the bed. The night had been long and cruel, and the remnants of Azir's touch still lingered on her skin, a testament to his harshness and her inability to resist.
"Undress," he ordered, his voice deep and commanding. She tried to sit up. A sharp pain shot through her side, and she collapsed back...
Then he flipped her onto her front, confusing her, pressing her down hard against the mattress. Before she could say anything, his hand...
Azir hadn't touched her for days—weeks. But now, he had started touching her again. And this time, he was different. There was a new...