Sophia let out a sharp gasp as she stood before the mirror. Her entire neck was marked with his passionate imprints, clearly visible. This man...

"This is completely unfair, Julian!" she complained, studying the marks while her fingers traced over them. They did not sting, yet the situation still felt unjust. "The wedding is tomorrow, and you've left these all over my neck. It's going to take ages to conceal them."

Julian rolled onto his stomach on the bed, gazing at her with clear satisfaction—he wore a proud expression over his creation. As she observed him, she could not look away.

The sheets partially draped his sculpted physique, leaving the...