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Book Two: Chapter Sixteen

作者: Love2002
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I lay there in the quiet, my body still shaking from the orgasm, my skin covered with sweat. He had just worshipped me like I was something precious, but now he wanted me gone.

I can't... I don't want to leave.

“Master,” I let the word slip free.

He froze right at the threshold of the open doors, his back to me, his broad shoulders tensing under the fabric of his shirt.

His hand was still on the doorframe as he stood there. The single title I just offered had frozen him in place.

“Master,” I wh
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