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CHAPTER 41

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The moment Thiago’s lips collided with mine, it was as though everything around us ceased to exist. His kiss was forceful, needy, and overwhelming, pulling me into a vortex of raw desire that I couldn’t escape—even if I wanted to. I could feel his body pressing into mine, and I gasped, overwhelmed by the heat between us.

“Thiago,” I muttered between kisses, my breath catching as I felt his hands slide down my body. I could barely think straight. “My dress… it’s going to get ruined.”

But Thiago was relentless, his lips brushing against my neck, his hand already at the back of my dress. Before I could even finish my sentence, I heard the sound of the zipper sliding down. His fingers moved deftly, and the fabric slipped off my shoulders, exposing my bare skin.

“You’re not really worried about this dress, are you?” he whispered against my ear, his voice dripping with amusement. “You just want to get this thing started quickly, my naughty wifey.”

I tried to protest, but the words caught in
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