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33. Worshipping Her

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The kiss was a desperate, suffocating anchor that pulled Rosalie completely under. Dominic didn't just hold her; he pinned her, his massive chest a wall of solid heat crushing down against her soft, silk-clad frame. The world outside the heavy velvet curtains of the war tent dissolved into nothingness. There were no border factions, no palace vipers, and no training grounds; there was only the ragged, predatory sound of his breathing and the deep, possessive groan that vibrated from his chest s
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    The air in the bedchamber burned with a heavy, suffocating heat that made Rosalie’s skin prickle. Her heart thundered against her ribs as her small, trembling hand remained wrapped around the pulsing length beneath his trousers. She could feel the staggering thickness, the intense, throbbing warmth radiating through the heavy dark fabric directly into her palm.Dominic’s low, raspy words lingered in the quiet air between them, vibrating straight down into her core.“Go on, My Queen. Explore what is yours.”Rosalie’s breath hitched. Encouraged by the dark, possessive hunger in his golden eyes, her delicate fingers moved to the tie of his trousers. Her hands shook slightly, but she untied the leather lace and pushed the heavy dark fabric down over his broad hips.

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