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And as he moved over me, his body pressing against mine, his passion raw and unrestrained, I found myself responding, not just strategically, but instinctively.
The carefully constructed plan, the calculated seduction, the premeditated escape—it all faded into the background, replaced by a wave of intense physical sensation, a flood of overwhelming desire. My body responded instinctively, my senses heightened, my inhibitions shed. It wasn't just lust; it was something deeper, something more profound. It was a rekindling of a past intimacy, a resurgence of a forgotten connection. It was as if I was making love to Lewis again, the man Niccolo had pretended to be, the man I had once loved, the
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