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... turbed his rest after his first night with his new bride.
And when his eyes opened, he found himself utterly incapable of rising with it.
For his head was locked between Aelindria’s arms, her fingers tangled in his hair, pressing his cheek deep into the warmth of her embrace.
He didn’t fight it. The sight of her blissful face in slumber, soft, unguarded, still faintly flushed from the night before, was too disarming to disturb.
The faint fragrance of her hair, the ...
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