Chapter 240 – Insanity (18+)
They didn't stop moving—not for breath, not for sanity. The living room became a battlefield, every piece of furniture a casualty waiting to happen. She shoved him against the wall, he spun her into the couch, she clawed him toward the floor.
Somewhere between her laughter and his growl, an end table splintered under the impact of his back. Books scattered, a lamp hit the ground and died with a sad crunch of shattered glass. The air smelled like dust and sweat and faint incense still curling from the burner, overpowered now by the musk of skin and desire.
It was a blur of limbs and heat, her hair wild against his chest, his hands branding her hips, the sound of their bodies meeting over and over until it drowned out the faint creaks of the house settling in the night.
The servants outside pretended they didn't hear—pretended the low thuds, the gasps, the sharp sound of something wooden snapping in half were nothing but the wind.
