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Chapter Thirty-Seven Part 4: The Wedding Strategy

Author: Eden Jeweledwolf
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-03-29 16:35:49

Dante wasted no time.

Stripped her efficiently. The suit. The shirt. The bra. All of it.

Naked. Exposed. His.

He pushed her onto the couch. Positioned her. No gentleness. No preparation. Just—claiming.

But his hand found her clit as he entered. Using what he'd learned. What worked. What made her body respond.

She gasped. Her body already conditioned. Already trained. Already responding despite herself.

"That's it," he said. "Feel it. Feel me. Celebrate with me."

He fucked her. Hard. Fast. Celeb
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