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... e, he found Marietta still sprawled across the sofa and gently lifted her in his arms.
“Oh… Sir Belvant.”
Cloudy, blue eyes gazed at him.
A tongue captivatingly peeked between moist lips.
He had only just chilled himself to the bone, and yet before he could so much as breathe, Belvant’s temperature was rocketing up.
After all, muscles generate a lot of heat.
Actually, no, that probably didn’t have much to do with the current situation, but still. < ...
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