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Desire Part 3

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last update آخر تحديث: 2025-05-12 23:58:54

Ara's POV

I woke up sore—my body heavy and aching in a strange way, like I’d been held too tightly for too long. My limbs were stiff, tense, trembling with something I didn’t quite understand. There was pain, yes—but not the kind that made me flinch. It was deeper, warmer. A throb that curled under my skin and made me breathe harder.

A soft moan slipped past my lips.

I blinked, vision foggy, the ceiling above me a blur of light and shadow. I rubbed at my eyes with trembling fingers until the room sharpened. And then I saw him.

Between my legs.

My heart stuttered.

That same feeling—raw and electric—buzzed through my veins. My breath caught as my skin remembered him. His touch. His scent. It was him. Only him.

No one else could make me feel this way. My body was bare, completely surrendered, and every nerve seemed to beg for more.

The air around us was thick—saturated with heat and scent and something primal. I tried to process what was happening, but there was no time. My thoughts were
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