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Sensory Betrayal Part 3

작가: K. Lyn Leigh
last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-08-21 22:10:00

He didn't even need to move. The shadows inside her obeyed his rage. Pleasure erupted again, sudden and uncontrollable — her hips jerking upward as though possessed. A cry ripped from her throat as another orgasm crashed through her without warning, more intense than the last.

She tried to close her legs, tried to resist — but the shadows held them wide.

Ciaran leaned in, brushing sweat-damp hair from her cheek. His lips ghosted hers.

"Say it again, and I'll make sure Dion feels every shudder, every helpless moan you give me. You think he wants to know what I've done to you?" His grin was all teeth. "He does. He always does."

Therrin whimpered — not from fear, not even from pain. From the way her body betrayed her, melting under his command, slick and spent and still aching.

And then — like a breath carried through ash — she heard Dion.

"Therrin?" The voice w
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