Chapter 253 Mxi 2
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- Amelia.
- I didn’t sleep. Not really. Not with the feeling of him—his mouth, his hands, the bruises left on my hips—pressed into my skin like a fever. I replayed every minute from last night, every sharp gasp and every sin, shivering under my sheets while the memory of him flooded me again and again. My thighs ached. I was sure my voice would never sound the same again.