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Damien followed right after, thrusting up deep and filling me with hot, thick pulses of his release.
We stayed joined for a long moment, breathing hard. He kissed me deeply, possessively, then helped me straighten my dress.
As we walked back through the gallery, his cum slowly dripping down my inner thigh, Damien stopped in front of a small, delicate sculpture of a locked heart.
He bought it on the spot had it wrapped and handed to me with a dark smile.
“A reminder,” he said, fastening the tiny gold chain with the heart lock around my wrist to match the one around my neck. “You’re mine. In every gallery, every penthouse, every part of this city.”
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