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54. Fading Trance

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The scent of her delicate arousal lingering in the frosty air acted like a potent drug to Dominic’s already fractured senses, driving his inner wolf into a state of absolute, frantic desperation. The beast in his massive chest didn't just want her submission anymore; it demanded a total, all-consuming reclamation that would burn away the memory of the throne room entirely.

Before the echo of her gasp could even fade into the ancient pines, Dominic’s hands slid from her thighs up to her waist, h
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K_Mikaelson
wow.... the immense power she holds on him also I love his feral side just not that feral.....
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