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... f the bed. The silence in the room was a fragile dome, and the only sound was the beat of his own heart, a war drum in his chest. The last time, Toga had been a whirlwind. She had steamrolled him with her chaotic energy, leaving him breathless, overwhelmed, and, to his own shame, desperate for more. She had been the hunter, and he, the mesmerized prey.
Not tonight. Tonight, the rules were changing.
When the door creaked open, almost inaudibly, Toga’s silhouette was framed against ...
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