Chapter 88

L.T. Marshall 2.8k words

I flinch as my body connects with his, nestling down, tender underneath even though our union was brief, and I catch the look of guilt sweep over his face before he smooths it out to conceal it. His hand comes up to trace where he marked me and, finding the...

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