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... e bred for seduction—yet here she was, blushing like a maiden. Orion’s large hand idly kneaded her plush fox ears, her most sensitive point. It was a lazy, possessive touch that short-circuited her resistance. She went limp against his chest, unable to pull away, unable to think.
Clothes were discarded, vanishing into the shadows of the throne room.
Time lost its meaning. When Sylvana finally stirred, she found herself still nestled in Orion’s embrace, gazing up at the man who ha ...
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