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... rring him from sleep. His lashes fluttered as his eyes blinked open, a low yawn escaping his lips. The haze of sleep slowly cleared, and his gaze drifted to the woman curled beside him.
Amelia lay peacefully, her breathing even, her bare shoulder exposed above the sheets, revealing the red marks that adorned her skin. It was a clear testament that she was his, just as he was hers.
A satisfied smile formed at his lips.
"Good morning, butterfly," he murmured, his voice low ...
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