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... ire of anticipation. Her mind swirled with a whirlwind of need, the pulse between her legs throbbing intensely.
Every fibre of her being wanted him to stop this game, to turn around, to pin Kafka against the nearest surface, and take him. She wanted to feel him lose control, to let his desires consume them both.
And Kafka's calm demeanour felt like a deliberate taunt, even if she knew better. She could feel his attention, his hunger simmering beneath the surface, masked by his co ...
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