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149: Am I interrupting something?

Author: nayaa
last update publish date: 2026-02-26 23:58:16

Kali's POV

I stared up at him, naked and trembling, the cool air of the room raising goosebumps across my skin. My nightgown lay discarded at my feet, a puddle of white cotton that felt like the last barrier I'd shed. Desperation clawed at me—raw, all-consuming. If this was what it took to stay, to avoid the hell of Redpeak and Kora's cruel games, then I'd give it. Anything.

Emmett's eyes darkened as they landed on my chest, then trailed lower, slow and deliberate. The hazel in them turned sto
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