Unmasking the Heiress

Evangeline had no time to react as Walter grabbed her arm, hoisted her, and tossed her onto the bed. The brief contact with Walter's body, cool through their thin clothes, was too much for her already frayed

nerves.

The relief she felt was like rain after a long drought, so soothing that she could not help but sigh.

However, why should she give in to Walter, a man she despised?

What she did not realize was that Walter was struggling too. He felt as if he were on fire, his thirst unquenchable.

The very person who had ignited that flame was still in bed, whispering sweet nothings, her hands. pushing against him relentlessly.

He inhaled deeply, fighting the urge to give in to temptation. When he looked at Evangeline, his patience seemed to grow.

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Evangeline, driven by instinct, moved closer to the composed presence before her, her mind too muddled to think clearly. Walter."

She tried to bite her lip to snap back to reality, but her body was too weak to respond.

"That's right."

Walter seldom offered praise, but then he seemed to reward her, welcoming her tentative closeness. Good girl, say my name." ""Walter..."

"Once more!"

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A sharp cry broke the silence, but Walter's gaze softened, filled with an overwhelming affection as he looked at her.

His hand brushed her forehead, smoothing her tousled hair, and he whispered in his heart, "Evie, the night.

is far from over."

The morning sun streamed in, bright and cheerful, through the windows, casting light on the big bed and the woman curled up in the man's embrace. Evangeline's eyes, stained with dried tears, opened amid the throbbing pain, only to meet his contented

gaze.

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