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CHAPTER SIXTY FOUR ~~~

Penulis: Wren Gray
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-04-17 17:20:25

“I WANT HIM TO KNOW THAT I AM HERE FOR HIM WITH OPEN HEART, OPEN MOUTH AND OPEN LEGS.”

SOFIA

Dante didn’t waste a second.

He dragged me across the seat and into his lap, one big hand cupping the back of my neck as his mouth crashed down on mine. The kiss was deep, hungry, seven years of pent-up need exploding between us. His tongue swept in, claiming, tasting, devouring. I moaned into his mouth, fingers twisting in his shirt, and he groaned back like the sound of me unraveling was the sweetest
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