Lessons in Stillness
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He didn't raise his voice. He didn't beg.
She offered her body freely - but he wanted more than her hips. He wanted her stillness. Her silence. Her surrender.
What started as curiosity turned into compulsion. Now, every word, every pause, every look trains her deeper.
Because when a gentleman is savage... you don't run. You kneel
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