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... than her own, and saw the woman’s claws scrape down Jorghan’s back, drawing faint lines of blood.
’Slap. Slap. Slap.’
The sound was relentless.
"See?" Jorghan grunted, his hips never slowing, his eyes drilling into Sarhita’s soul.
"This is who I am. This is what I want. Can you take it? Or will you run back to your desert?"
Tears of rage and a strange, unbearable arousal welled in Sarhita’s eyes.
She wanted to look away, but she couldn’t.
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