Paradox
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- Parts 11
MatureOngoing1h 18m
Last published Fri, Nov 12, 2021
"You were made for me. Designed to be mine. And I'll never stop taking what belongs to me. From your sinful lips to your delectable body. I'll have you. Your mind, your body, and your heart. I will conquer you."
He came to earth with his people.
She was murdered by her people.
He killed them. He killed all of them.
His mate was gone.
Until she wasn't.
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