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37. FELIX YEATS (POV)

I hold her thighs firmly, appreciating the softness of her skin under my hands. Her eyes are lost in desire; I can see the tremor that runs through her body as she raises her wrists toward me. I give a victorious smile, sliding my hand from her thigh to reach the drawer of the table, taking out a t...

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