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39 - Beautiful

Author: Rosie Griffin
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-06-14 01:49:34

‘Yes…’ it’s a low and guttural agreement. Thade watches me, eyes dark with consideration before he reaches down and unfastens his breeches. His movements are deft and assured as he casts away the fabric that covered his most intimate areas. He’s left bare before me, stretched out on the bed. The beautiful silk and linen beneath him was covered in delicate embroidered flowers and symbols of power.

There’s a lump in my throat, and I’m trembling with excitement tinged with nerves. Worried about w
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