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My Necromancer Wife - Chapter 3: Caught.
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... is towel the only thing between him and the chill of the morning. His skin was damp, warm, still carrying the sharp scent of soap. I breathed him in greedily. He was my own private addiction, and I let myself laugh at how unguarded I was in his arms. He should have been preparing to leave for work, sharpening blades, checking his schedule. Instead, he was leaning over me as if time itself had bent in our favor.
His hands slid beneath the hem of my nightdress. His touch wasn’t rough, but ...
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