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Chapter 100

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last update Last Updated: 2025-12-10 21:05:07

Ram’s arm slid around my waist with that quiet, unspoken authority he carried everywhere he went, effortless, confident, utterly certain I would melt into him. And I did. His warmth pressed against my side, steadying me as the last threads of exhaustion curled through my muscles.

His breath brushed my hair, low and intimate.

“How are you feeling?”

For a moment, my mind flinched back to the only thing it could think of—his hands on my skin earlier, the way he’d taken his time with me, slow and devastating, as though he wanted to learn every part of me by heart. My body still remembered him too vividly. Every nerve felt alive, sensitized, as if he had rewritten me from the inside out.

But that wasn’t the exhaustion weighing down my chest.

I exhaled softly. “I’m tired. I just… want to rest for a while.”

Ram lowered his head, his lips grazing the shell of my ear, an innocent gesture to anyone else, but from him it felt like a promise he could break me again if he wanted to. My breath caug
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