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... hungrily, but not rushed. There was no anger or haste in their touch, only longing and quiet desperation. Lydia’s fingers slid into his hair, pulling him closer as she felt the weight of his pain pressing against her. Ivan kissed her deeper, breathing into her, as though he wanted to get lost inside her and never return.
His breath was hot and shaky, brushing against her cheek like a whisper. She felt him tremble slightly—not just from the wine, but from everything he had kept buried fo ...
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