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... dragged the duvet to cover her naked body. Her heart pounded violently in her chest.
What the hell was he saying? Wasn’t this supposed to be just sex—no strings?
But emotions swirled through her, emotions she’d tried to bury deep since they began tearing at each other like starving wolves. From the moment he’d thrown her onto that bed and carved himself into every inch of her, everything she’d fought to suppress came roaring back.
And now these confessions?
Fear ...
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