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... thing she could hear.
Ilaria’s legs were anchored around his waist, the silk of her gown a rustling, desperate whisper against her skin. Levan did not break the connection, his gaze remained locked on hers, dark as a winter well and burning with a gravity that seemed to pull the very air from her lungs.
She was shocked. Not by the act itself, but by the honesty of it. In the high courts of Caelwyn, everything was hidden behind fans and whispers. But Levan was dismantling her wit ...
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