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Chapter 7

Author: SimplyBee
last update publish date: 2026-09-17 18:46:48

Lucian's POV

I woke up feeling something close to alive. My body felt light, my muscles loose in a way they had not been since before my capture. For one strange moment I almost forgot where I was.

Then I remembered, and my jaw tightened.

It was the sex. I knew that much. My body had gotten what it wanted last night, and now it felt rested because of it. I did not like admitting that, even to myself.

I sat up and pushed the thought away before it could grow into something bigger. This meant not
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