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68 Wearing His Name on My Skin

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Nyra’s POV

Ronan’s words didn’t just reach me.

They undid me.

When he leaned in and whispered, “Now where did we stop?” it wasn’t playful anymore. It was a promise wrapped in heat, in certainty, in the kind of possession that didn’t frighten me.

My breath caught. My body reacted before my mind could gather the courage to pretend I was still careful. I nodded, small and helpless, and that was all it took.

His hands slid to the hem of the shirt I was wearing, his shirt, and he lifted it slowly.

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