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... usly, slowly, Leon raised her hand once more.
Reverent, featherlight, his touch was. He drew her bleeding finger to his lips—without hesitation, without question—and took it into his mouth softly.
His lips enveloped the injured finger, warm and gentle, and he started to sucked softly., as if to stop bleeding.
Sona went rigid with surprise. Her breath froze. The world around them—the roses, the breeze, even the sky—muted into quiet. She hadn’t counted on it. Not this. Not ...
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