Chapter 50 – The Blood We Choose

He pulled her closer, one arm around her waist, the other tangled in her hair. Her back hit the edge of the old desk, papers fluttering to the floor as their bodies pressed tighter.

Clothes slipped away like silk in wind.

Buttons gave.

Skin met skin.

No rush.

No fight.

Just longing. Slow and real an...

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