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Author: A. Kale
last update publish date: 2026-05-30 22:13:41

Morana’s POV

I was still trembling, aftershocks rippling through me as he rose over me, his body blocking the city lights until all I could see was his silhouette against the window.

His shoulders were broad, chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. This was the moment. The part we were supposed to be doing for biological reasons and purely for survival.

My eyes drifted down his body, over the hard planes of his stomach to where he knelt between my thighs. And then I saw the packing.
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