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... the grand windows of his bedchamber, the warmth of the morning sun kissing his skin. He turned his head slightly, a gentle smile tugging at his lips as he took in the sight of the women around him. Each of them lay sprawled across the expansive bed, their forms tangled in the sheets, a picture of blissful contentment. It was a morning ritual he had come to cherish—a ritual that always began with a kiss.
Next to him, Belle stirred, her long wavy pink hair cascading over her shoulders. He ...
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