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Chapter 397: Cleopatra’s burden
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... ncy that bordered on desperation—but it was not weakness. It was intensity. Fire meeting fire. Her hands explored my chest now, palms flat against the firm line of muscle as if trying to memorize the shape of me, to imprint me upon her skin.
I cupped her cheek, the soft curve of her jaw warm beneath my palm, and deepened the kiss. Her scent enveloped me—jasmine, incense, sun-warmed linen and the faintest trace of myrrh. It was intoxicating. Divine.
Cleopatra’s nails curled into m ...
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