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Chapter Ninety - The Movement of Magic

مؤلف: Kristy Pearson
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-01-15 10:43:25

(Caelum Ashborne)

He wanted to know the sound she would make with his hands on her, not the Devil’s.

The thought startled him—hit him like a spark against dry tinder. It should have repulsed him, should have sent disgust clawing up his throat. Instead, heat pooled low in his gut, heavy and insistent, dragging a pulse of molten want through every vein.

The Devil moved harder behind her—hips snapping forward in a brutal, merciless rhythm that made the stone under Caelum’s boots tremble. Apollo
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