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Not a friendly exchange of words

Meena’s POV

I am plunged into a boundless, infinite field of mint with subtle hints of cedar, sandalwood and musk. I was snug as a bug in a rug while I swayed and rolled within its rich and intense aroma. The robust frame of my mate, the demon, one of the ruling deities of the underworld, is savagely pressed against my body, engulfing and embracing us with his fire and magic. He pinned my hands above my head, holding me in one place. However, one of the most powerful, fiendish and fearsome demons of the Soovare realm is not a fierce warrior, mage and telepath now. In front of me is an enflamed bulk of muscles, a devil’s embodiment with the look of an angel. The steel grey eyes are protruding into my soul with their intensity. His warm breath on my skin is about to cause my core to combust and melt as I cannot endure more anticipation. He is driving me into preorgasmic madness while taking his sweet time to tantalise every inch of my skin, leaving the wet trails where his tongue swirle
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