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... ed relentlessly, swallowing, milking, attempting to siphon even more of his essence, as if her very anatomy refused to let him slip away.
Cruxius froze. He couldn’t force himself to retreat.
The agonizing warmth of her, the tight, velvet texture of her slick walls hugging his shrinking flesh like a tailored glove—it anchored him in place.
He remained fully sheathed, his chest heaving with shallow breaths as his hips gave one last, involuntary twitch.
The subtle fl ...
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