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I whispered enough for him to hear.
“You are our responsibility,” he said, brushing his fingers at my face, I could feel tingles exploding in my stomach. “You are mine!”
I swallowed hard, breathing as softly as I could while our eyes engaged in conversations.
He leaned forward, his hot breath now cascading over my essence. I did the same, only I parted my lips expecting some kind of smooch. I did not come.
Lord Fenrik directed his kiss to my forehead, leaving me hanging in the air. I furrowed my brow at the frustration as he stood and left the room.
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