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... essed his lips against Lady Seraphine’s in a kiss fierce enough to steal breath.
There was nothing gentle about it. It was hunger, desperation, and pure sexual tension ripping through both of them like a damn explosion.
For a heartbeat, Seraphine stood frozen. The years of ingrained noble propriety screamed a final, desperate warning in her mind, "Stop... Push him away... You are a married noblewoman. This is wrong."
But the sound was distant, muffled by the roaring rush ...
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