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Three times the taboo (2)

Author: Only_Shila
last update publish date: 2026-07-03 03:41:18

Skylar’s POV~

The movie started, the opening credits rolling, but neither of us looked at the screen.

"I'm keeping you safe," he growled, his hand finally moving from the back of the couch to my shoulder. He didn't squeeze. He just rested it there, his thumb tracing the bare skin of my arm where the tank top slipped. "Whether you like it or not."

"I like it," I breathed, shifting my weight so my hip pressed harder against him. "I like feeling your... protection."

Damian let out a h
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