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Chapter 97: INTERRUPTED BLISS.

Author: SHINING
last update publish date: 2026-03-08 22:48:32
CINNAMON.

The silk had twisted somewhere around my ribs, but neither of us cared.

Dante’s body was searingly hot against mine, the crumpled fabric dragging across my stomach and breasts every time he moved. The friction alone aroused me.

Dante started moving, stretching me with slow thrusts as I clenched my jaw against the burn. It felt good. So, so good. He kissed me harder, more desperate.

My hips rose to meet him and my body took over from my mind, which was exactly what I'd needed,
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