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... r witness to the a la carte surrendering of a princess’s virtue.
Eleanor of Strathmore was a trembling, sore, and blissfully satisfied mess against the ancient, moon-dappled tree. The rough bark was a stark, grounding contrast to the slick, hot wetness of Alaric’s seed still dripping down her inner thighs. Her body ached in places she hadn’t known could ache, and a deep, thrumming pleasure still pulsed from her very core.
Alaric, in stark contrast, was already composed. He pulled ...
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