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Chapter 18: Craving His Pheromones.🔞🔞

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Ciara’s pov.

I was desperate and very pathetic. Writhing against the wall like a bitch in heat, grinding down on his hand, chasing every brutal thrust.

His fingers scissored inside me stretching, claiming and hitting spots that made me see white.

Slick poured out, soaking his palm, running down my thighs, puddling on the marble floor. The scent of us, my arousal mixed with his smoky pine filled the air, thick and heady, driving me crazier.

“You can take it,” he growled, free hand tearing at the
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