VERALIN His palm slid up my chest, his fingers splayed over my collarbone before dipping lower.The dress was too thin, too flimsy, his touch burned through the fabric like it wasn’t even there. My nipples tightened, betraying me, and his lips quirked when he felt it. “Sensitive,” he murmured, approving. “interesting”“Xaden, it isn’t real,” I gasped, but my voice was already thinning, breathless.My hips twitched, a traitorous little roll, and his eyes darkened.“Isn’t it?” His fingers walked lower, tracing the swell of my breast before slipping beneath the neckline. His thumb grazed my nipple, and I arched into it before I could stop myself.A cruel smile formed on his lips; “Your body says otherwise.”"I just lost a husband!""And I'm consoling you" he grunt. I gnashed my teeth, wondering how we got here.I should’ve slapped him or screamed. But the words didn't even form as his hand slid down, down, over the dip of my waist, the flare of my hip. His signet ring caught on the f
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