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CHAPTER 73 : THE CONSUMMATION 1
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2026-03-21 21:40:00Léon
Her touch on my cheek is the spark that ignites the powder. Restraint, that iron dam I built all day, breaks at once. Not into pieces, but into a liquid, burning flood that inundates every vein, every pore.
I don't kiss her. I seize her.
My hands close around her arms, beneath the fine silk of her dress, and I press her against the glass wall. A muffled impact. Her gasp bursts against my face, warm, wine-scented. Her eyes widen, not in fear, but
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Spicy Hot CHAPTER 81 : THE OFFERING 2
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ElenaI whisper, but my hands these damn disobedient hands slide to his hips, dragging his pelvis flush against mine.He lets out a low laugh before claiming my mouth in a kiss that is anything but tender. It’s a declaration of ownership. His teeth capture my lower lip, his tongue invading my mouth
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