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Chapter 239: Last prayer
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... led body glistening under the emerald glow. Her breath was ragged, her spine arched like a bow under the relentless rhythm Allen had set. Each thrust reverberated through the temple’s foundations, as if the stone itself trembled at his audacity. Her claws scraped furrows into the marble, desperate to anchor herself against the storm consuming her.
Allen didn’t slow. He couldn’t. The heat coursing through his veins was no longer mortal—it was divine theft, a hunger so vast it could swallo ...
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