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Her small body trembled violently, caught in the throes of a powerful release that lasted for several long moments.
Luciano followed her shortly after, a low roar escaping him as he came deep inside her, spilling everything he had into her core until he was completely spent.
They lay in the heavy silence of the aftermath, limbs tangled and breathing ragged. As their eyes met, Rosa thought she glimpsed something different in his gaze—something unusual, unlike any of the other times they had sex. But before she could dismiss the thought as a hazy illusion born of the moment, he claimed her mouth again. He slammed his lips against her parted lips, molding them in a perfect, rhythmic fit. His to
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