Chapter 186

The Italian sun beat down like judgment from above, turning their clifftop villa into a white-hot crucible. Sweat beaded on flesh, sheets soaked through, salt crystallizing on skin as bodies moved together in urgent rhythm. Beatrix's nails raked down Gideon's back, drawing blood he barely felt. Her legs locked around his waist like a vise as he drove into her with punishing force.

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