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... going on all day. The main chamber of Alaric’s pavilion was a disaster zone. Furs, silks, discarded clothes, and empty wine goblets were everywhere.
It was a mountain of naked, sated flesh.
Alaric was lying in the middle of his massive bed, a king on a throne of women. Ondine was draped over his chest, her head resting on his shoulder, fast asleep. Priscilla was spooned against his right side, her voluptuous body a warm, soft presence, his hand idly, possessively, cupping one of ...
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