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... along his ribs, a delicate touch that stirred the quiet.
Azareel opened his silver-gray eyes, flecked with rain-blue, and found her already there—Virelya, her upper body hovering above him, wrapped in damp ceremonial silk that clung to every curve, the folds peeled open carelessly, as if the Abyss itself had whispered for her to bare herself.
Her alabaster skin shimmered faintly with dew, her golden, slit-pupiled eyes studying him without urgency, her serpent coils encircling the ...
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