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The Fox’s Hunger

last update publish date: 2026-02-06 03:06:04

Chapter 70

Caleb's POV

The Andalusian night pressed against the villa like a lover too impatient to wait. Heat lingered in every stone, every shadowed corner, turning the air inside the walk-in pantry into something thick, almost drinkable.

I was reaching for the jar of Marcona almonds when the voice slithered through the darkness behind me.

“You move like sex, Antonella. Slow. Deliberate. Every roll of those hips is begging someone to grab them and fuck the rhythm right out of you.”

My finge
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