RECEN OF W Mamage
Chapter 147
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Luca’s breath caught. For a moment, he was frozen, staring at the woman he had loved for so long–the woman who had once been hid
everything and who still was, even after all the pain and distance. She’s giving in, he realized, his heart thundering. She was finally agreeing to
his demands. She was willing to let him back into their lives.
But this wasn’t the victory he’d envisioned. There was no celebration in his chest, no sense of triumph. Instead, a deep ache settled in his bones as he watched the scene unfold–the broken woman before him, the devastated little boy, and the long, grueling road ahead.
there was more at stake than just her cancer. The battle wasn’t just for her health–it was for her. For the fiery, red–haired woman who had once been the light of his life. The one who used to look at him with such unrestrained love in her eyes that it left him breathless.
He wanted that back. All of it.
He imagined her as she once was, vibrant and full of fire, the way her hair would cascade around her shoulders as she threw her head back in laughter–or in the throes of passion. His fingers itched to run through that hair again, to grip it as he reminded her of exactly who she
belonged to.
He could see it so clearly in his mind: Amber standing before him, her belly swollen with their next child, the evidence of their love and lust growing within her. The image of her wearing his ring, her delicate finger adorned with the proof that she was his, sent a possessive thrill
down his spine.
But it was more than that–it was the sound of her, the way she would cry his name, her voice breaking as he drove her to the edge of ecstasy, over and over again. He wanted her writhing beneath him, her body trembling as he claimed her completely, making her forget every doubt, every fear, every pain. He wanted to watch her come undone, to know that he was the only one who could unravel her so thoroughly, so
intimately,
The thought alone made his blood heat, his determination solidifying. Amber was his–she always had been–and he wouldn’t stop until she was his again in every sense. He wouldn’t rest until she was his wife once more, her body healed and thriving, her heart beating only for him.
And when that day came, he would worship her the way she deserved. He would fill her with his love, with his passion, with himself–over and over again, until she couldn’t speak, until she could only scream his name, her voice hoarse and raw as she surrendered to the pleasure only he
could give her.
Amber was his, and Luca would stop at nothing to remind her of that truth
