Chapter: 1698

Laney often started their playful teasing, yet she was always the one begging for mercy in the end. Cliff had a way of turning the tables, blending strength with creativity in ways she could never predict-or handle. His hands were firm, but his mouth. That was where he was relentless.

When it came to simple touches, Cliff could exercise some restraint.

But when he used his teeth, Laney's resolve crumbled. Once his teeth sank into her skin, it was as though a different side of him emerged— wild and unyielding. The more she struggled, the stronger his grip became.

Bites on her hand, shoulder, or leg were something she could tolerate -brief bursts of pain that passed quickly. But now. There were places she wouldn't allow him to go.

Laney stood her ground, refusing to let Cliff push her past her Limits.