Chapter 39 The Death Of Ilis

Seraph’s POV

I stir, waking to the feeling of warm lips brushing my inner thigh, a feather-light tease that makes my breath hitch. Sleep slips away slowly, replaced by awareness. Hand on my waist, mouth trailing down my center, teasing.

I blinked, a little startled and already flushed.

“What are ...

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