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... on the hilt.

The delicate texture slid over her fingertips, magic power transmitted, a moonlit-like sheen spread out, reflecting in Christ’s eyes, her breathing quickened involuntarily, making it even harder to refuse.

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"Take it, consider it a loan, when I want it back, you’ll give it to me anytime," Wayne whispered.

So close that it made Christ’s ears turn red.

Women are born with an inability to reject beautiful things, and Ch ...

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