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Turn around baby

Auteur: Authoress Kemira
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Rae’s POV

The first thing I felt when I woke was the steady rise and fall of Killian’s chest beneath my cheek.

Sunlight filtered through the half-drawn blinds in soft, golden ribbons, painting stripes across the tangled sheets and his bare shoulder.

His arm was still draped over my waist, fingers splayed possessively across my lower back even in sleep.

I could feel the warmth of him everywhere—his thigh pressed between mine, his breath stirring the baby hairs at my temple.

My body ached in the best way: delicious soreness between my legs, faint bruises blooming on my hips where he’d gripped me last night, and the sweetest tenderness in my chest that had nothing to do with anything physical.

I tilted my head just enough to look up at him.

He was still asleep, lashes dark against his cheeks, lips slightly parted. The sharp, dangerous edges of his face were softened in rest, and for a moment he looked almost boyish—like the man who’d begged to taste me again at three in the morning wa
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