The Warlord's Revenge

Chapter 112

A Night of Passion

The soft glow of the moonlight streamed through the curtains, casting delicate shadows across the room as Victor and Emma moved together in perfect harmony. The air was thick with desire, every touch, every whisper, igniting something deep within them both.

Victor’s hands roamed Emma’s body, tracing the curves he had longed to touch for what felt like an eternity. His kisses were slow, deliberate, as if savoring every inch of her. Emma responded with the same intensity, her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she pressed her body against his.

It had been months of tension, both emotional and physical, that had built up between them, and now, it all came rushing out in a torrent of passion. They had fought, they had cried, but tonight, there was no more distance. No more walls. Just them.

Victor’s lips brushed against Emma’s ear, sending a shiver down her spine. “I’ve missed this… missed you,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

Emma’s heart flut