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[Her body arches up to meet his, that lightning meticulously threading through every nerve in her chest and then back again, and that along with the heat and firmness of his palm leaves her half-laughing, half-gasping in response.

Founders, she hates him for this.]

I don't think you have the fortitude... my dear.

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