III - Elorcan (EN)

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Elide brushed her nose against the warm skin and moved up her body closer to his, so that one watching from further distance couldn't tell where one started and the other ended. Their legs tangled over the mattress and white messy sheets. Their swollen lips found each other in a savage hymn that suddenly embraced the two bodies. And Lorcan's hand laced with hers was exactly what he imagined home would be like.

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