Sir consume my woman hood
she whispered.
A faint smile, almost imperceptible, flickered across his face. Not triumphant. Not possessive. But something softer. Something honest.
“Together,” he echoed.
The rain tapped softly against the glass, the world outside muted and distant. Inside, in the study, everything had changed.
The line they had once maintained—careful, deliberate, untouchable—was gone.
And in its place was something fragile, raw, and unbearably alive.
Something they would have to navigate. Something they could no longer ignore.
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