Chapter 92 Washed In Worship

Rae

Cian’s hands are gentle as he loosens the last tie of my shirt. The fabric slips from my shoulders and pools at my feet, leaving me bare in the soft lanternlight of our room. His dark eyes drag over me slowly.

“Let me take care of my mate,” he murmurs, voice low and rough, “Please.”

I give h...

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