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... e like a cloak, broken only by the soft rustle of silk sheets and the distant sounds of the wind against the high windows. The royal chambers, bathed in the dim glow of flickering candlelight, were far from peaceful.
The current occupants were very much engrossed in their primal act. Their moans echoed off the intricately carved walls, growing louder and more desperate by the second.
Julian, his face flushed, hair clinging to his sweat-drenched forehead, was lost in the throes of ...
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