Gregoria’s heart pounded like crazy. She searched his gaze, expecting to find raw, animalistic hunger, but instead found something softer—something she didn’t want to name, something that twisted her insides with a sickening pull.
“Julian…” she managed to whisper, her voice barely audible. Her eyes wavered, torn between the shame screaming this is wrong and a deeper, treacherous whisper murmuring this is us.
He held her gaze, his thumb caressing her cheek, smearing the mess gently.
“You see it, don’t you?” He murmured, his voice strangely hypnotic. “It’s more than lust, Grandma. I want you…every piece of you. That’s how my love is.”
His words hung in the air—filthy, possessive, yet filled with a strange tenderness.
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