Chapter 163 – Emotions, Destruction (R18)
It was a night Noah would never forget.
Seriously. He wouldn't and he couldn't.
After all, he had finally experienced the fabled "muscle woman," and calling it good would be the understatement of the fucking century.
It was fabulous.
And now, after ten hours of back-breaking, mind-shattering, muscle-clenching sex, Noah found himself in a new room.
This time, it was the room of someone who hadn't loved him long—but loved him deeply enough to matter. The woman he had personally named:
Zara HeartWeaver Vaelgrim.
She sat on the edge of her bed, one leg draped over the other, her eyes shifting rapidly between colors—until they finally settled on a vivid, glowing pink.
The color of lust.
"I've been waiting, husband," she whispered.
Her voice was low, almost fragile, but the way it hit Noah made his blood boil. Not with anger. With heat. With hunger.
With pure, overwhelming lust.
She had used her talent on him.
