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... . Despite the split on her cheek, she felt intoxicated, drunk not from the alcohol but from the taste of forbidden desire blooming between their lips. The pain didn’t matter. Not here. Not now. What mattered were Sylvaris’s hands, rough, eager, unrelenting, exploring places she never imagined would be touched tonight.
His fingers slid beneath her dress like sin wrapped in warmth. They were hot, trailing up her thighs with a teasing, maddening slowness. Her skin responded instantly, soft, ...
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