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... ed exactly where I was, lips parted, breath stuck in my chest.
I could still feel his taste on my tongue, warm and faintly metallic, carrying the subtle scent of his wolf.
His fingers were long and elegant, like the hands of a man who once played instruments...
but they weren’t soft.
There were calluses on them rough patches from years of training, working, or pushing the wheels of his chair.
So when my tongue touched him, it wasn’t smooth.
It was ...
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