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... his palm. Brown eyes misted slightly as emotions overwhelmed her—shame at being caught, desire that had been building since yesterday, love that had grown over nineteen years of raising this man from a boy.
Viktor slowly removed his hand from her mouth, sliding it down to rest on her hip instead while his other arm tightened around her waist.
She could feel him against her back. Still soft. Still exhausted. But present. Real. Hers.
The admission cost her. Viktor felt her ...
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