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Chapter 48: The Obsidian altar

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Thalia's POV

​"Ah... ahhh... Lysander... that's enough..."

​I panted raggedly against his lips in the middle of our heated kiss. My entire body shook violently against the hard stone pillar as Lysander unleashed his final, incredibly deep thrusts, crashing hard against my core until I fell into a brief, shattering orgasm that made my entire frame shiver.

​His warm fluid erupted deep inside me once again, mixing with the remnants of last night. This man was entirely insane. Claiming me repeat
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