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“Mate, Hermione and Draco need us in the ballroom. They’re about to cut the cake and they’d like all the groomsmen there.”

Ron blew out a puff of smoke from his cigarette and nodded toward Harry, who’d just poked his head around the corner to summon him in. 

It was his best friend’s wedding day, but he’d never been one for all the fanfare of such an occasion. He skived off after their first dance and wandered around the manicured hedges of Malfoy Manor. 

The fact that both Draco and Hermione had chosen him to be one of the groomsmen was a true testament to how far they’d come, letting old prejudices die and allowing space for new friendships to be formed. 

Ron took one last drag from his cigarette and threw the butt on the ground, smashing it into the grass with his patent leather shoe. Gods, he hated formal wear. 

“I’d hoped I might find you here.” 

Ron closed his eyes and smiled, the sound of her voice sending a shiver down his spine. He didn’t even need to turn around and look at her and he was hard. 

“Narcissa, aren’t you supposed to be inside?” Ron challenged, turning around. “I heard they’re cutting the cake soon.” 

He gazed at her with narrowed eyes, the corners of his mouth turned up in a smirk.

“Mmm yes. That.” She stalked toward him slowly. 

He was struck by how fucking gorgeous she looked in her dress robes, the emerald green velvet of the fabric complimented her onyx eyes beautifully. 

He couldn’t help but stare at her while she danced with Draco during the mother/son dance, the fabric of her robes billowing around her. She’d smiled and laughed with her son and it drove him mad. 

It made him want to be the one in her arms, swinging her around, his hands gripping tightly around her waist.  

The truth was, he and Narcissa had been tiptoeing around each other for months. As his friendship with Draco bloomed, so did his desire for Mrs. Malfoy. 

He’d caught glimpses of her in passing, noticed her quickly averting her eyes when his gaze met hers. 

The turning point had been when Draco invited all of his colleagues and friends from the DMLE to Malfoy Manor for dinner a few weeks ago, with his mother hosting. Ron hadn’t been able to take his eyes off Narcissa, watching her while she primly ate her food, the way her tongue and mouth moved over the fork. 

After dessert, he had to jack off in their bathroom. Once he finished, he’d opened the door and was shocked to see Narcissa leaning against the wall in the hallway. She was biting her bottom lip. He was certain she’d heard everything. 

Then she looked him up and down, her eyes stopping for a moment on his face, then she turned and walked away as she muttered quietly, “Ronald.” 

And now here she was in the gardens with him. No one else was around. 

He let his gaze run up and down the length of her body, tentatively taking a step closer to her. He was inches away now. “You look lovely tonight,” he said, taking another infinitesimal step closer. He hadn’t realized it before now because they’d never been so close, but he towered over her small frame. He wanted to scoop her up into his arms.

“I could say the same for you.” Narcissa reached forward and brushed the tips of her fingertips along his arms. He sucked in a quiet breath. She’d never physically touched him before and it sent shock waves through his nervous system. 

He cleared his throat. “We should get back inside. I’m sure they’re waiting for us.” 

“My son and his new wife are entirely preoccupied with each other. I promise you, they don’t even know we’re gone.” She licked her bottom lip and leaned so close, their lips were almost touching. He could feel her hot breath on his mouth and he desperately wanted a taste. 

“I..uhh…Narcissa,” he stammered, like a bumbling fool. He let out a heavy exhale, and before his nerves got the best of him, he leaned down and brought one hand to the back of her neck and the other around the small of her back, pressing himself into the entire length of her body. 

Then he kissed her. 

It was timid at first, but he quickly realized she was just as eager as he was. He kissed her harder, teasing her mouth open with his tongue. She was all too willing to let him in, let him explore her mouth, their tongues sweeping in and around their mouths. 

Fuck, she was better than he dreamed about. “You don’t know how long I've wanted to do that,” he said, pulling away from her mouth, peppering slow kisses along her jaw line, her neck, her collarbone. 

With his mouth, he pushed down at the neck line of her robes, hoping to get a taste of the skin just above her breasts. But her dress was too tight. 

“Fuck, Narcissa, I want to take this off of you. I want you naked.” 

She ran her fingers through his hair, and nibbled on his ear. He was rock hard and it was starting to hurt. 

“Take off your clothes, Mr. Weasley,” she asked, her tone seductive and demanding. 

He couldn’t refuse. 

He hurriedly undressed, right there in between two tall hedges until he was standing in nothing but his boxer briefs. 

For a fleeting moment, he thought he might’ve made a mistake. But when he noticed the way Narcissa’s eyes turned a darker shade of onyx, as if it was even possible, he knew. He knew she wanted him. She was going to fuck him. 

She brushed her fingers across the planes of his chest. Reflexively, his muscles twitched and goose flesh peppered his skin. 

“This is most improper, isn’t Ronald?” 

Ronald. The sound of her voice as she spoke his given name almost made him come in his briefs. 

“Yes, Mrs. Malfoy. Indeed.” He paused for a moment, then laid out his robes on the ground like a blanket. Then he reached behind her and began unzipping her dress, letting his fingers graze her spine along the way. “Don’t you want to be improper for once in your life?” He whispered against her ear. 

He slid her dress down and it fell to her waist, then he bit down hard on her shoulder. She gasped and threw her head back in what he assumed was pleasure. 

“Yes. Fuck propriety,” she said as he palmed at her breasts. 

He had to know what she felt like. HAD TO. So he smothered his face between her perfect tits. He spent time there, licking and biting her nipples. The sounds she made when he touched a sensitive spot sent him spinning into a dazed sense of euphoria. 

“You know that night Draco invited you over for dinner?” She asked while he continued to taste and touch her chest. 

“Mhmm,” was all he could muster. 

“I overheard you in the bathroom.” She grabbed onto his hair by the nape of his neck and titled his head to look at her. The sight of her was striking.

“And did you like what you heard, Narcissa?” The corners of her eyes wrinkled when she smiled, and fuck. The tiny signs of aging on her face simply made her look competent. Confident. Capable. He wanted her. Badly. 

She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him hard on the mouth, biting down on his lower lip. “I fucked myself that night, thinking of you. Imagining what you’d look like riding me.”

Fucking Godric, he might lose it now. Spilling himself into his clothes like a damned teenager. 

She pushed his briefs down, getting on her knees in the process and his cock sprang free. She wrapped her delicate fingers around it, wiping the bead of precum off with her thumb. 

“You are delectable,” she said as she brought her thumb to her mouth and licked it clean. His breath caught in his throat.

“Bloody hell.” 

“Lay down,” she demanded, and he did not waste a moment doing exactly as she asked. 

She gathered her skirts and lifted them high enough to expose her legs and cunt. To his pleasant surprise she wasn’t wearing knickers. He could see her slick drip down her thighs as she straddled him. 

“You devilish woman,” he said as she lowered herself down, teasing the tip of his cock with her entrance. “No knickers?” 

“All for you.” She said it with a satisfied smirk. “I don’t know about you, but I was certainly hoping I’d get you alone tonight.”

“Fuck me, Narcissa. Please,” he begged.

She sank down onto him, riding him slowly at first, up and down, wiggling her ass into him every time she came down. He cupped her full and large breasts, dizzy over the way they felt in his hands, so soft and supple, a stretch mark here and there, but he liked that. They weren’t entirely perky, but they were malleable in his hands. He had the immediate thought that he wanted to ride his cock between them. 

“Draco will murder me for this,” he said. “We shouldn’t be doing this.” 

She laughed and leaned forward, her nipples grazing his chest. “No, we shouldn’t. Do you want to stop, Ronald?” 

He reached around to grab her hips with both hands, aiding her in her efforts to ride his shaft. “Fuck no. I want you come all over my cock, Narcissa. I’ve been dreaming about your wet cunt for months. Didn’t know it could feel so…ugh…so good.”

He was so close. 

Just when he was about to come, he pushed her off of himself, rolling her onto her back, then spreading her legs wide. Not yet. 

“Need to taste you, Narcissa. Need to know what your sweet cunt feels like in my mouth.” 

He took her apart, bit by bit. The indecent sounds he made as he lapped at her wet lips, coupled with her quiet moans and heavy breathing, almost brought him over the edge.

He pushed a finger inside of her, then two, curling them just so to hit her spot. “So close. So fucking close, Ronald,” she murmured.

He felt her tighten and shake around his fingers. He licked her clit and then sucked hard, and then felt the warmth of her release all over his hand and mouth. She tasted sweet, like honey. 

He couldn’t take it anymore. He had to be inside her again. He moved over her swiftly, with one smooth motion and buried himself to the hilt. She was slippery for him. “I’m not going to last very long,” he grunted and he pumped into her, pushing her knees wider. 

She raked her hands through his hair, then scratched her nails through his scruffy beard. “Such a good boy, Ronald.”

His eyes widened in disbelief and awe. “Say it again,” he demanded. 

“Good boy.”

Her praise finally sent him over the edge and he spilled his release into her, leaving enough to pull out and empty the rest onto her belly. 

They both lay there, stunned, on the ground, panting. 

Narcissa turned to him. “Lucius never tasted me the way you just did. I’ve never known what that was like.” 

Ron beamed with pride and satisfaction. “Then I’ll have to do it again sometime.” 

“Tomorrow?” she asked. 

“Bloody fucking hell, Narcissa. Yes. The answer is yes.” 

“It’ll be our little secret.”

She got up and quickly dressed, smiled at him one last time, then walked back to the party.

He sat up on his elbows and watched her the entire way, making mental notes of the way her hips swayed as she walked. He couldn’t wait to touch her again.

Tomorrow. 

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“Malfoy Manor.”

Ron tossed the ashy gray floo powder into the fireplace, closing his eyes as the green flame engulfed him.

He was nervous. He knew what he was doing was careless. Improper.

Wrong.

Narcissa was a married woman. Sure, her husband was locked away in Azkaban for life, but they’d never formally gotten a divorce.

And then there was the matter of her son. His ex-girlfriend’s now husband. Draco Malfoy, his friend and coworker.

It had taken years to mend their childhood grievances and be on amicable terms. No doubt that if the blonde wizard knew Ron was fucking Narcissa that it would shatter the carefully reconstructed foundation they’d spent years curing.

But Ron was a man with needs. And right now he knew he needed to feel her sweet cunt around his cock again. Her lips on his. Her soft breasts beneath the palm of his hand.

Once wasn’t enough.

He needed her on a visceral level, like he was starving and she was the only person to satiate that hunger. It scared him, the desperation that he felt. He knew that if asked, he would do anything for her.

He’d received her owl while working on some paperwork for Robards about the suspect in his current case. An illegal potions dealer. Low enough stakes that he didn’t bother finishing his task.

Come to the Manor. I’ll be waiting.

Ron didn’t bother going home first. He handed his paperwork over and rushed to the Ministry floos.

Mippy was waiting for him as he entered the foyer through the floo. “Missus is in the tea room. She’s expecting you.”

She’s expecting me.

The thought had his cock twitching beneath his trousers. He hadn’t even seen her yet and he was ready to go. He made his way up the circular staircase to the first story, the soles of his standard issue auror shitkickers drumming delicately against the marble as he ascended.

He walked past portraits of Malfoy ancestors, each eyeing him with distrustful curiosity. He wondered if they knew who he was and why he had come here today.

He’d ruminated on what Narcissa told him yesterday in the gardens. That Lucius Malfoy never went down on his wife. There was a dark part of him that gleefully swam in the sweet satisfaction over the knowledge that it would be a Weasley who would thoroughly debauch a Malfoy lady.

At the end of the hallway he reached Lucius’s portrait, stopped, then looked at him directly in the eyes. “I’ll take good care of her for you,” Ron said mockingly, his mouth curved in a smirk. Lucius only sneered at him, then turned and walked out of the frame.

The smell of herbs steeped in boiling water wafted through the air. He followed the scent, knowing it would lead straight to her.

His breath caught in his throat when he saw her sitting demurely on a velvet tufted wingback chair, sipping tea from her expensive china. Her blonde hair was down, flowing softly around her shoulders in subtle waves. Narcissa had a midnight blue silk night robe tied snugly around her waist, one leg crossed over the other. The slit from her robe exposed the length of her bare leg, and he let his eyes scan from the top of her thigh to the tips of her toes.

She flashed a provocative smile over the rim of her cup. “You’re staring, Ronald.”

His eyes slid from her red painted toes to her onyx eyes. “You’re gorgeous, Mrs. Malfoy. I can’t help myself.”

He didn’t step closer to her. He was waiting for her instruction. Whatever was going to happen tonight, he knew it would be on her terms. He wanted it to be on her terms.

His only thought was her pleasure.

She sipped her tea, licking the remnants of the hot liquid from her lips as her eyes roamed his body. He was fully clothed, head to toe in his auror uniform, but he’d never felt so naked in his life.

Narcissa finally spoke. “You flatter me.”

He bit down on his lip and smiled. “You deserve it.”

He let his eyes move around the room. He was curious. He had to ask.

“Why here? Why not your new cottage, near Brighton?”

Draco and Hermione were married as of yesterday. This meant Hermione was lady of the manor now. They’d found Narcissa a comfortable cottage, a place where she could be closer to Andromeda. Her new cottage would be the ideal place for complete discretion.

Narcissa looked at Ron with curiosity. “Do you know how many rooms are in this manor?”

“No ma’am.”

“Twenty-two.”

Setting her tea cup down on the adjacent table, Narcissa rose from her chair and sauntered over to him. The shimmery robe flowed down her body, clinging to every curve and bump. The outline of her peaked nipples visible through the thin fabric.

“I want you to fuck me in all twenty-two of them.”

Ron’s cock twitched at the thought and he gulped, his mouth suddenly watering.

“T—t-twenty two?” he stuttered.

Narcissa placed her hand against the gold buttons of his uniform, letting her delicate fingertips trace along his waist as she circled around him slowly.

“Yes, Ronald. Twenty-two.”

The color immediately drained from his face. “Tonight?” He asked incredulously. He was a competent lover, sure. But twenty-two times?

“Oh darling, no.” She laughed, a sly smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. “You might be youthful, but I don’t think even you would have the stamina. We’ll start here. In this room. I’ll have Mippy retrieve your belongings from your flat in London. I expect you to stay here all weekend.”

She circled around him again, her steps quiet and slow.

He closed his eyes in euphoria. “Yes, ma’am.”

Ron let his gaze sweep across the small parlor. He noticed the little alcove tucked into the corner, the square wooden table. The two wingback tufted velour chairs on either side of it. A bar cart with crystal carafes of amber liquid on top.

“Do you not want to move to your bedroom?” he asked as she slid her hand down to his arse, gently squeezing it with her entire palm.

“I, umm, I could…” he took a deep breath, frustrated that this woman turned him into a bumbling mess. “Won’t it be better to have somewhere to…maneuver?”

The woman circled him again, this time stopping when she was at his back. “Eventually,” she whispered.

He could feel the warmth from her body radiating off her skin even though they weren’t touching. His spine tingled as she traced her fingertips up the middle of his back until they reached his neck. Grabbing him by the shoulders, she pushed down, giving herself leverage to drive up onto her toes.

Her lips found purchase at the nape of his neck. Gooseflesh crept down his body when he felt the warm air from her breath tickle his skin. Then she kissed him gently on his neck before leaning forward to whisper in his ear. “You’ll take me in the chair. With your mouth.”

His cock was so hard it hurt and he knew the tip of it was already leaking. Merlin, what this woman did to him.

She reached around to his front and unclasped the gold buttons of his outer robes, then she hooked her fingers under the collar and pushed it off his shoulders, trailing her palms against his shoulders and triceps before stepping back. The robes cascaded down his back and to the floor, pooling around his feet. Narcissa seductively drifted back to the regal-looking chair.

“Tell me what you want, Mrs. Malfoy.”

“Narcissa. You’ll call me Narcissa.”

He looked at her through hooded eyes, his voice a deep baritone. “Tell me what you want, Narcissa.”

Her tongue reached out and licked her bottom lip. “Take off your clothes. Slowly. I want to watch.”

Thump, thump, thump. His heart beat against his chest wall.

First, he unbuckled the wand holster that was strapped across his chest, the metal buckles clinking when it dropped to the floor.

Next, his hands moved to unbutton the white oxford shirt, one button at a time. He didn’t take his eyes off her. He felt the cool air of the room hit his chest when he removed the shirt from his body.

He noticed the way she stayed composed, her eyes narrowing as she watched, scanning his bare chest.

Auror training had made him fit. He knew he was a decently built bloke. Not entirely chiseled, but rigid. Sturdy. It was only natural to wonder what she thought about his physical appearance. Was she pleased? He wanted her to be pleased.

He bent down to remove his dragonhide boots, stepping out of them one at a time.

Then his socks. Then his belt. All in a pile next to him.

He hooked his finger around the waist of his trousers, unbuttoning the top button, then sliding the zipper down an inch at a time, the sound like a siren in the otherwise silent room. His trousers dropped to the floor and he stepped out of those, too.

He was left in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs, the fabric tented around his erection.

Narcissa’s mouth was slightly agape as she watched him tuck his fingers under the waistband of his briefs. His fingers trembled faintly.

She noticed.

“Are you nervous?”

He took a deep and steadying breath. “A little.”

She cocked her head to the side, trailing her fingertips across her collarbone, down the deep v of the robe between her breasts. “I like that I make you nervous.”

His breathing was labored. Heavy. She was intoxicating.

“Your briefs, Ronald.”

He didn’t hesitate. He pushed them down and stepped out of them, kicking them with his bare feet into the pile of clothes nearby.

Her eyes traveled south to his cock where it stood erect, hard. Dripping with precum. Her hands and fingers moved to her neck where she began caressing her soft skin, and all he could think was that he wanted it to be his fingers. His hands touching her.

“Touch yourself. I want to watch,” she muttered, her voice low and seductive.

The nerves were still there, fluttering around in his stomach, but he pushed them away. He placed his palm in front of his mouth and spit on it. Then he rubbed his thumb across the tip of his cock, gathering the precum onto his finger, then wrapped his fist around his shaft.

He pumped his cock with his fist, stifling the low moans that rumbled deep in his throat. She watched him, and he watched her. Her dainty fingers pinched her nipples through the silky fabric of her robe. Her hands palmed at her breasts, her belly, her thighs. His hands moved up and down, over and over as he watched, enthralled with her power.

Because that’s what she was in that moment. Powerful. It was exhilarating.

Narcissa reached between her legs, touching herself, never taking her eyes off his body. The robe obscured the view and it made him hungry for her taste.

His hands moved faster over his cock. Faster still.

She brought her thumb to her mouth and licked it like a lollipop.

Faster now. He was going to come.

“Stop,” she said abruptly. “Put your hands to your side.”

He let out a low frustrated groan, but he immediately did as he was told. His cock ached, needing release. He’d never been so hot and hard in his entire life. He hadn’t even touched her yet.

“You’ll come when I tell you to come, Ronald.”

He nodded, then threw his head back in a huff, a quiet chuckle escaping his mouth. When he gazed at her again, her mouth was upturned in a wide smirk.

She looked radiant.

“Do you want to watch me touch myself?”

“Yes, ma’am.” It was enthusiastic, his eyes wide with anticipation.

“Come closer. But don’t touch yourself. Watch only.”

He stepped towards her. One stride, then another. When he was nearly at her feet, she put her hand up to stop him.

“Get on your knees.”

A demand.

He dropped swiftly to his knees, his mind and body working as if they were on autopilot.

“You’re such a good boy.”

Narcissa sat up tall in the chair, bringing her delicate fingers to the tie around her waist. She pulled on one end and it unraveled from the knot. Then, in excruciatingly slow fashion, she parted the silk robe down the middle of her naked body, letting it hang loosely around her neck and shoulders.

The hard peaks of her nipples were exposed to the air and Ron had to fight the urge to lean forward and take them into his mouth. She was so close to him. So close.

“Perfect,” he whispered softly. Reverently.

Her hands drifted south, touching herself over her sternum, her navel, her belly. Then, with seemingly no inhibition, she spread her knees apart. Wide. She wasn’t wearing any knickers. Soft tufts of hair peppered her skin just above the slick folds of her cunt.

His face was so close. He could smell the musky scent of her and he closed his eyes and breathed it in. She was his opium.

“Eyes open,” she tenderly commanded.

His cock dripped between his legs. It ached. It ached for her.

She leaned her body against the back of the chair, which gave her perfect legs even more room and she spread them open further.

He instinctively brought his hand to his heart, gripping his own skin. Physically willing his heart to slow the fuck down as it beat against his chest.

One of Narcissa’s hands snaked along her body and he watched, enraptured, as she pushed a finger into her cunt and used her thumb to rub her clit. Her chest rose and fell as quiet little moans escaped her body. Her head relaxed back, neck exposed. He had a carnal urge to mark her there. Claim her as his own.

But he wouldn’t. Not unless she told him to.

She arched her back against her hand, her arse hovering over the edge of the chair. She kept her knees wide for him.

In and out, up and down. Then two fingers, then three.

She wasn’t being quiet anymore. Her moans grew steadily louder. With her free hand, she reached for him. “Put your hands on my knees. Push me apart, Ronald.”

His hands were shaking when he touched her. Finally touched her. He gripped onto her knees, squeezing tightly to stop himself from going further.

Her fingers continued their motion in and out of her wet pussy and she brought her other hand to squeeze her breasts.

She looked entirely debauched.

“You can touch me,” she said through rasped breaths.

He slid his hands from her knees, caressing the inside of her thighs. Inching closer to the apex of her thighs. She was so soft. So perfect.

He was tempted to reach down and stroke his cock, but restrained himself from doing so.

The lewd sounds her fingers made as they pushed in and out of her cunt sent his head spinning. She was dripping. Soaked. He gulped, his throat bobbing up and down when he noticed the slick coating her fingers. Her legs and knees began to tremble and he knew she was clenching around her fingers, walls shattering as he watched.

“Narcissa, fuck,” he moaned. “Please. I’m going to come.”

She jolted upright, pushing him away from her softly. He fell back onto his heels, his cock still rock hard, standing erect between his thighs. She reached down with her hand that had been buried in her cunt and slapped it gently. “Not yet.”

He squeezed his arse cheeks together as the pain pushed him back from the edge, but only just. It was a euphoric pain.

No woman had brought him to the edge like that. Ever.

“You devil,” he moaned with a smile.

She pushed her wet fingers into his mouth and he lewdly twirled his tongue around them, licking up every last drop of her cum, while never tearing his gaze away from hers. She tasted like opium.

She finally leaned back against the chair again, then grabbed the back of his head and pulled him closer. He hooked his arms under her thighs and pulled her roughly into his face. She yelped then laughed as her legs hung over his shoulders.

She let him feast. He was giddy with her taste.

She wrapped her fingers through his hair, grabbing and pulling on it tightly as he lapped at her cunt, licking lines between her folds, circling her clit with his tongue. He pushed two fingers into her and the ungodly moan that escaped his mouth was thankfully buried by her mound. Her walls instantly clenched around his fingers and he knew she was close again.

“Get inside me. I want to come around your cock. It’s aching isn’t it?”

He pushed away from her cunt, face wet and filthy, looking up at her with pleading eyes. “Yes. So hard for you.”

She stood up from the chair. He was still on his knees, peering up at her like he was worshipping a goddess.

She reached down to grab his hand, gently tugging at his arm, pulling him into a standing position. He towered over her then, but despite her short stature, she was still in charge. She looked up at him through her eyelashes, fire blazing in the depths of her eyes. “You’ve been so good. Take me as you’d like.”

A wide grin spread across the entirety of his face as he leaned down and kissed her hard on the mouth. He scooped her up into his arms, lifting her from the ground around the back of her thighs and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Her wet center pressed against his hard stomach and he turned around and sat in the chair with Narcissa on top.

He pressed his forehead to hers as she straddled him in the chair, lining him up against her entrance. He kissed her, pushing his tongue into her mouth as she slid down onto him.

She was warm and tender, her hips circling his aching cock. She tipped her head back, her long neck exposed to him while she rode the length of him, rocking back and forth. He buried his face against her breasts, biting, licking, sucking.

Their moans were loud now.

“Fuck,” Ron said. “I’m close.”

Narcissa leaned forward and kissed him as she continued to rock her hips on him, their bodies coated in sweat. “Such a good boy,” she whispered against his lips.

The praise was all it took. He grabbed her arse, squeezing hard. He felt the warmth of her cum as she came and he, too, reached his release. “Fuck, Narcissa.”

His arms wrapped around her small frame, hugging her close as they both came down from the high, his cock still buried inside. The rapid beating of her heart thumped against his chest and he released a soft giggle.

He buried his head into the crook of her neck, tasting the sweat that pooled in the crevice around her collarbone, lapping up every last bit of her. His goddess. He laughed against her skin. “What room is next?”

THE END

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