Strangers After Midnight
Khylstrangers in the nightstrangers againthe midnight manmidnight club
He followed with his own clothes, his muscular, scarred chest pressing down against her soft curves, creating a dizzying friction that made her mind go completely blank.
When he finally slipped between her thighs, his touch became a deliberate, exquisite torture. He moved against her with a slow, heavy rhythm that drove her to the brink of madness, his fingers tangling in her hair as he anchored her to the bed. Every thrust was a silent vow, a brutal declaration that he belonged to her entirely, and that no force in the world could ever tear them apart again. Mich cried out his name into the quiet room, her fingers digging deep into the muscles of his back, completely surrendered to the unta
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