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Chapter Two-Hundred-and-Fourty-Five: And Then a Lifetime

作者: Lyanna Rose
last update 公開日: 2026-10-06 21:43:52

"Come here," she whispered, pulling him toward her.

He went willingly, leaning over her swollen form with his elbows braced against the mattress on either side of her hips. His forehead touched hers, their breath mingling in the small space between them. He could smell the lavender soap she used, the faint salt of her skin, the deeper musk of her heat that even pregnancy couldn't entirely mask. Her scent was familiar now, woven into his memories and his dreams, a comfort he had come to rely on
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