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KADE.... FASTER... PLEASE

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last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-09-08 21:32:43

CHAPTER 33

I felt it again in the middle of the night.

A soft, calloused hand brushing against my cheek, tracing the line of my cheekbone with feather-light precision.

The faint, unmistakable scent of cedarwood, bitter espresso, and rain filled my senses, pulling me out of the deep fog of sleep. I stirred against the silk sheets, my breath catching in my throat as I felt the weight of a body hovering closely beside mine in the quiet darkness of the night.

The man who barely looked at me during
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