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... f imperial iris proved him wrong. It wasn’t a whisper anymore, saturating the air and winding through every breath until his composure snapped like glass in the heat.
He pressed Elias deeper into the cushions, mouth hungry at his throat, pulling at every sound his mate couldn’t hold back. "You’re mine," he growled against his skin, the words more like a vow than a claim, roughened by the way Elias’s scent burned through him. "And you’re not done. Not nearly done."
Elias shivered ...
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