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Chapter 22: The Calm
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When the clock strikes at exactly one in the morning, Elijah's jaw tightened as his eyes darkens upon feeling swirling emotions."Damn it, Tia!"His lips came crushing on her as he starts to move his hips in a gentle manner.Tiara didn't know whether she would focus on kissing him or savor every bits of pleasure. Her toes curled and could not help but let out moans of both pain and pleasure as he thrusts.Her kisses were sloppy as she begs underneath the man who seemed to be a hungry wolf at the moment."Faster. Uhm ahh," She moaned.Her nails dug into his skin when he obliged. Her eyes rolled back and did not know where to turn her head. She was deliriously moaning as she oblige the man's command.Elijah's gaze fell on the sleeping woman on his bed while wiping his damp hair. He heaved a deep sigh and gulped as the memory of what happened last night dawned him.He feels guilty for not even feeling a bit of remorse. Tiara was drunk. The woman seemed to not know what she was doing and
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