After reporting back to Liam Yancey, Fierce Eagle receded. Liam was in a good mood as he returned to the master bedroom. The corners of his lips curled up into a smirk as he entered the room.
Tara Summer, who was laying on the bed, heard footsteps and knew it was Liam. Without turning around to look at him, she turned over and buried her face in the pillow.
However, his scent was all over the pillow, causing her to frown, yet she endured and remained still.
"You called for me. Did you miss me?" He approached the bed, his towering figure bending down until he was just ten centimeters away from her.
With his slender fingers, he brushed aside the hair on her nape. The love bites on her skin were clearly visible.
The faint pink marks were as mesmerizing as blooming peach blossoms on her snow-white translucent skin.
Liam squinted, a smirk playing on his lips, tinged with self-mockery.
