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CHAPTER EIGHT-NOT YET

With the flannel bedsheets balled up between her fingers and his strong arm wrapped around her neck, Mory braced against the slow beautiful agony Haldir was blessing her with in the early morning glow that entered the room.

She slid upwards from his arm like a piece of thread through the eye of a needle with each lunge as his hips rocks against her ass.

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