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𝐋𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞
Historical FictionAs he hastily loosened the laces of her corset, his fingers trembling slightly, he murmured, "I cannot escape thoughts of you. Every touch, every whisper, fills me with a longing I can scarcely control. It is as though you have taken hold of my very...
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