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He rushed to catch up to her. Sweeping her around the waist and pulling her backward against him.
She reflexively leaned forward and gripped his hands. As if to pull him off.
He turned and whispered against her temple. “I’ll never let him lay a finger on you again, Nim. I swear by all that’s holy, I’ll rip him apart first.”
She twisted to peer at him. Her eyes filled with unshed tears.
“Never again, Nim. You’ll never suffer again.”
“What about by you?”
He sighed. Straightening with her and kissing her cheek. “I’m far from charming, Sweetheart. But I’ve no intention of hurting you.”
“Not even amidst the sheets?”
He blinked slowly. “We’re a bit older and I’ve some curiosities about your proclivities I’m keen on inspecting more thoroughly he wiggled his brows. But only pain with pleasure.”
“And if we fight?”
“I don’t ever want to fight with you again, Woman. I’d rather burn.”
She turned her head. Sw
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