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Chapter 24

Penulis: Nyct
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Lorenzo

Arya laughed, low and breathy, the way she used to—like the world was a joke only the two of us understood. Her eyes sparkled as she leaned in close, straddling my lap. Her skin glowed, golden in the flickering candlelight. Her fingers traced my jaw, her smile playful, almost shy.

"Hey stranger." She said.

Is.....is this real?

"You missed me, didn’t you?" she whispered.

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My throat was dry, mouth parted, body aching with need. I just nodded like a fucking idiot, because I had missed her. Missed her so much it carved holes in my chest every damn day.

Her lips grazed my neck, her breath hot, then her teeth—soft, teasing. I groaned, my hands gripping her waist, dragging her down against the hard line of my arousal. She gasped, hips rolling against mine. That sound—God, that sound—I used to live for it.

Her fingers slid under my shirt, nails skimming over my ribs. I shuddered, my head falling back as her tongue flicked over my collarbone. I was burning
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