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Ch. 43: Pleasure
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Astrella's point of view He responded immediately. My chest ached from the intensity of Dax's kiss, which was profound and full of affection. I would make sure to take pleasure in this moment and burn it into my memory if I knew that our future was uncertain. Without breaking the kiss, he scooped me into his arms, carrying me to the bed. His fingers worked on undressing me; his touch was both careful and possessive. While he positioned above me, he had a sneer playing over his lips. "Well," he murmured, voice husky, "I haven’t had breakfast yet, so I guess we’ll just have to eat each other instead." He gave me a wink. I completely lost myself in him, laughing out loud and freely. He continued to remove my top and the cover of my chest; he tossed it, and I could see in my peripheral vision that it landed in the lampshade. I'm now leaving only my thong. He seemed to be possessive, as seen by the darkening of his eyes. His fingers moved slowly and deliberately over the length of
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Astrella's point of view "What the hell just happened?" "I don’t know. I just felt something was off. But I ignored it, thinking I was just exhausted from the shooting range. I was about to take a shower when he suddenly appeared, out of nowhere—in your closet." He grasped my wrist gently, examining the red marks left by the masked man. His expression darkened. Then, without a word, he pulled me into an embrace, exhaling deeply against my hair. His voice was shadowed with restraint. "We’ve already locked down the building. My men are hunting every last traitor." He breathed out, pressing a firm kiss to my forehead. "When I heard the alarm after the crash, I bolted straight here. Where’s Xanthe?" As we broke apart, his sharp eyes scanned my face, searching for something, maybe doubt, maybe fear. I stiffened but forced myself to regain composure in a second. I can’t let him know something’s wrong. And what was I supposed to tell him? Another lie? I was already neck-deep
