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I once believed I understood love, passion, and longing, until I met him. He turned my world on its axis, making me the object of his obsession while he became the embodiment of my deepest transgression. I became his devoted lover; he became my salvation. He commanded me with unyielding intensity, and I, in turn, surrendered completely to his will.

The Axis of Desire

Amanda stirred awake, her body aching deliciously from the night before. The soft morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a golden hue over the room. She blinked, adjusting to the brightness, and turned her head slightly, her gaze landing on Raphael beside her. 


He was still asleep. His dark hair was tousled, strands falling over his forehead. His strong, chiseled features were relaxed in sleep, his lips slightly parted. For the first time since arriving in Bali, he looked peaceful, vulnerable even. She resisted the urge to reach out and brush the hair from his face, to trace the sharp lines of his jaw. 


Her body still carried the imprint of him-his touch, his mouth, the way he had claimed her with a desperation that made her chest tighten even now. He had looked at her like she was his entire world, and for a moment, she had let herself believe it. 


Was this just passion? Just another way to silence the storm brewing between them? 


Chapter 42 (Author’s POv)