Chapter 100 The Passion

• Amanda lay tangled in the soft sheets of Vicktor’s bed, her breathing still uneven from their last encounter. The warm glow of the bedside lamp cast a golden hue over the room, making the atmosphere intimate and calm, but her heart was anything but steady. She watched as Vicktor leaned against the headboard, his chest rising and falling as he looked at her with that intense, unwavering gaze that always made her feel like the center of his world.
• “You’re quiet,” he said, his voice low, breaking the silence that hung between them. His fingers brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch gentle, but his eyes held a promise of something deeper.
• Amanda smiled softly, her cheeks flushed from both exertion and anticipation. “I’m just... thinking.”