. She nibbled at his neck gently, sweetly, as her hand tracing his chest. Drowning, her brain dizzy, Melusine clung to the source of the flooding warmth, her hands, no longer forcibly held, moving without will about the firm back. ” He snarled. “These are the playgrounds of life.
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