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... s still fresh—of Ronan’s teeth against his tongue, that dangerous pressure that never crossed into pain. Sharp and smooth. Controlled.
Riven had felt the edge of them, tasted the danger, and yet leaned in willingly, as if compelled by something more primal than logic.
His breath caught in his throat.
Ronan shifted closer. Riven’s legs, wrapped tightly around his waist, tensed ever so slightly. Like a reflex. Like his body instinctively sought to ground itself in the prese ...
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