Chapter 157 My Cruel Husband

Sofia’s delicate hands slid around Leonardo’s neck, her soft fingers threading into his hair as she pulled herself flush against him. The moment her lips met his, the world around them ceased to exist. The fatigue, the grievances, the lingering tension between them—none of it mattered anymore.
Her kiss wasn’t just a kiss; it was a firestorm, an undeniable surge of raw, unrestrained need. It had been too long. Too damn long since he’d had her like this—since she had melted into him, since her body had trembled with desire beneath his touch.
A sharp inhale did nothing to steady the molten lust coursing through his veins. Control was slipping, burning away like paper in an inferno.