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Sasha whispers, her voice a husky, commanding caress that brooks no hesitation.
I stand up, my legs trembling, seeming to belong to someone else. Every movement reveals me to them, every jerky breath betrays the chaos that reigns within me. Niko steps forward, his woody and spicy scent enveloping me like a precious shroud. It no longer just touches my cheek; his fingers trace a slow, burning line from my temple to my chin, forcing my gaze to meet his. Then his hands move down to my bare shoulders, massaging with a firmness that makes my muscles give way, making me teeter between restraint and total abandon.
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