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56. Master’s Claim

作者: theshimmery_star
last update 公開日: 2025-08-11 03:54:12
The door clicked shut behind them, sealing Elena and Ryan in the dim, crimson glow of the bedroom. Ryan’s footsteps were unhurried but purposeful, each one closing the small distance between them until his presence was a heat at her back.

Ryan didn’t speak. He didn’t need to.

She turned slowly, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. His eyes were deep, unreadable pools of blue. A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips. Ryan’s hand came up, his knuckles brushing along her jaw before his palm cradle
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