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... movements fluid yet trembling, like a willow branch bending under the weight of heavy snow. She rose from the cold floor, her knees flushed red from the hardness of the wood, and approached the bed where her master lay like a dormant emperor.
The air between them was thick, suffocatingly sweet with the musk of their joining and the faint, floral scent of her arousal. She climbed onto the silk sheets, her heart hammering against her ribs like a caged bird seeking escape from a priosn made ...
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