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... of course, remembered most of it. Even the wet, skin-on-skin percussion between them. His feline mind cataloged the details. He hadn’t engaged in a fruitless, pleasurable battle. No. He was determined to extract strategic data from her pretty little head.
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"Not to your taste, Brother?" Oathran asked mildly, noticing Arkai’s faint frown at the cup of date wine a servant had left. The Dragon Lord plucked the cup from Arkai’s hand and took a sip.
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