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CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
Nickolas's hand rests gently on my waist. A shiver runs down my spine as he presses kisses to my neck and shoulders. My eyes, already blinded by the blindfold, instinctively close as a soft moan escapes my lips, betraying the pleasure his touch elicits.
With each tender kiss, he explores every inch of my skin, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. My hands ache to reach out, to tangle in his hair and pull him closer, but the cuffs restrain me, keeping me tethered to the bed.
As his lips continue their tantalizing journey, I can't help but wonder if that's why he cuffed my hands—to deny me the ability to touch him, to leave me at the mercy of his every whim. The thought sends a thrill through me, heightening the intensity of the moment.
Nickolas's hand
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