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41. HIS CONTROL

  • 21 Oct, 2025

But she leaned closer, unaware — her body grinded against his once more. His breath hitched, uneven, a sharp tug of need crawling up his spine as his fingers twitched at her waist as he fought the instinct to pull her flush against him.. Her nail grazed along the line of his neck and her lips landed dangerously close to the corner of his mouth, brushing against the coarse edge of his beard and in that instant, his restraint shattered.

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