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... ss the luxurious furnishings.
The soft, decadent sheets lay twisted and discarded at the edge of the bed. Artworks and artifacts from distant lands adorned the chamber, but the room felt alive not with refinement, but with muted sounds—breaths, whispers, the rhythmic shuffle of skin against skin.
A woman’s moans filled the air, soft gasps and throaty sighs escaping her parted lips as Gerald held her close.
His hand gripped her wrist, trailing down her arm as he drew it be ...
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