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❝ 𝑖 pray to no one, ❞ the knoll on his throat bobs, his voice hollow & afflicted with need. ❝ but, darling, 𝑖’m afraid my greed has forgotten its bounds ... ❞
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the warmth of her breath runs like a balm against pallid skin; her teeth ensnaring his throat like thorns borne by a vine───sharp & dangerous, one sin away from a sacrifice.
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swell of cordate pupillae in lo͟ve ﹔ through lacquered lashes, she beholds his handsome visage. prominent zygomas meet veined phalanxes versant in *her anatomy, flesh fading into the ruins of his unraveling touch.
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extremities trace the silhouette of her flesh, slow & reverent, coveting each inch with his selfish touch until they found repose upon her hips once more, pulling her body close.
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