CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Amal Usman 2.5k words

Nickolas's hand rests gently on my waist. A shiver runs down my spine as he presses kisses to my neck and shoulders. My eyes, already blinded by the blindfold, instinctively close as a soft moan escapes my lips, betraying the pleasure his touch elicits.

With each tender kiss, he explores every...

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