Chapter 439 The Ancient Art of Marking One’s Mate

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Sarah

This feels like the very first time. There’s nothing frantic about this. Each touch, every stroke of his fingers, is calculated and meticulous, honed to my pleasure.

Sydney’s hands graze up my back as I continue to straddle him, my thighs locked against his hips. I grind against him, growing...

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