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26. A Dangerous Game
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2025-03-09 22:00:53The sun was barely peeking through the floor-to-ceiling windows when Amelia stirred, her body deliciously sore from the night before, a delicious reminder of last night’s passionate encounters. The warmth of Adrian’s arms around her was unmistakable, his solid frame pressed against her back, holding her close as if he had no intention of letting her go.
The feeling of warm, firm hands sliding up her bare back. A low hum of satisfaction escaped her lips before she even opened her eyes. She could already tell Adrian was in one of his moods, the kind where he wanted to remind her exactly who she belonged to before the day even began.
His hand slid down her stomach, fingertips grazing her bare skin, sending shivers down her spine.
“You’re awake,” Adrian murmured, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. His voice was husky from sleep, thick with unspoken desire. His lips trailed a slow, deliberate path down her neck, his breath hot again
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