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CHAPTER 53 : THE IMPRINT OF SKIN 2

Author: Déesse
last update publish date: 2026-03-14 03:53:09

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His lips on my skin are a devouring and gentle fire. When he kisses the inside of my knees, a flash of pleasure so sharp, so unexpected, pierces through me. A moan escapes my throat. His hands, wide and warm, travel up my thighs, pushing aside the panels of my slip. The cool air of the room on my bare skin makes me shiver, but the heat of his mouth, his hands, is far more intense.

He looks up at me, his gray ey

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