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Chapter 33: Fragments of Two Souls

Penulis: Rahmat Ry
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-12-13 15:21:02

As the intensity peaked, Morat's eyes suddenly changed, one pupil red, one pitch black, and from his mouth came two voices simultaneously: “FINALLY” and “DON'T!”

Siron froze, the entire sensation that had been carrying him to a climax instantly turning to ice in his veins. The two voices, one echoing with triumph, the other a suppressed scream, sounded distinctly from the very same mouth of Morat.

"What" Siron stammered, trying to pull away.

But Morat's body above him trembled violently. His muscles tightened like wire, and the faint light from the window showed his silhouette changing erratically. The handsome face distorted for a moment, revealing the shadow of a sharper jawbone, deeper eyes.

"Hold on," Morat hissed, but his voice cracked, as if two people were speaking almost at once. His hands gripped Siron's shoulders, possibly to restrain or to hold on.

Siron looked directly into Morat's eyes. The red left pupil blazed like an ember, full of possessive desire. The pitch-black ri
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