Chapter 84 A taste of you

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The wave crashes, but this time it's different, because even if they hurt, I'm too distracted by indulgence to be aware.

My hands clenches the sheet tight, back arch and legs parted as moan tore from my throat.

Whatever Drogo is doing, I don't want it to stop.

I take a glance at him. He i...

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