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Chapter 60: The Crushing Obsession

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Thalia's POV

​Our breathing was still ragged, filling the room with the thick, cloying heat of passion that had yet to burn itself out. Lysander wouldn't grant me the mercy of rest. He shifted, forcing me to roll over until I was prone, my face pressed into the softness of the silk pillow, while he took total control from behind. The position was humiliating, making me feel utterly exposed, a soft target beneath the massive, unrelenting weight of his body.

​"You’re so tight, Thalia," he hisse
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