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... le that hummed through her very bones. "I really am fortunate," he muttered, his breath ghosting over her skin as he took in the vision of her. "My bird is gorgeous."
Sansa’s back arched instinctively against the furs, her copper hair tangling in the silk pillows as a broken, needy moan escaped her lips. She didn’t look away; instead, she reached up, her small, warm hands knotting into the dark strands of his hair to pull him closer. The "Little Dove" was entirely gone, replaced by a wom ...
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