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Chapter 21: Real Passion

Author: Toby brown
last update publish date: 2026-04-25 06:53:42

​"Henri."

​She wasn't sure from what part of her this determination had come—this courage or this desperate want. She only knew she needed him. He annihilated her mind, her senses. She hadn't realized how far she would go, or how hard she'd fight to be with this one man, until she'd seen Marie.

​She hadn't yet finished saying his name—a word that echoed the passion roaring through her—and he was already there, growling "Elizabeth" and taking her mouth in a fierce kiss. A flock of butterflies ex
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