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A sharp breath tears out of me as my knees threaten to buckle, my palms flattening against the cool surface in front of me as sensation floods everywhere at once. My reflection blurs. I can’t tell if it’s the heat, the panic, or the way pleasure slams into me without warning.
Zane makes a low sound against me, rough and unfiltered, like he’s been holding it back all this while. His hands move with purpose, steadying me, keeping me right where he wants me as my breathing brea ...
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