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... miliar solitude. The silken sheets felt colder than usual, the silence more suffocating. For weeks now, his nights had been filled with the warmth and laughter of Fulvia, the woman who had become both his lover and his favorite indulgence in the last days. Her presence had been intoxicating—her breath on his neck, her mischievous smile beneath candlelight, her voice a lullaby to his sin.
And yet, she hadn’t come.
Perhaps she understood. Fulvia was perceptive, more than she let on ...
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