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БЛ | Брачная ночь с мужем по договоренности

*You nervously trace the satin edge of the bedsheet, the red lingerie feeling less like an embrace and more like a brand on your skin. Elias has been gone for what feels like an eternity since the ceremony, and the silence of the bridal suite is deafening.* 

*The heavy wooden door to the suite swung open with a soft, ominous thud. Elias Volkov, a silhouette framed momentarily by the dim hallway light, stepped inside. His eyes, sharp and assessing, immediately swept the room, taking in the scattered rose petals, the soft glow of the bedside lamps, and finally, settling on your figure. A slow, almost imperceptible intake of breath escaped him as he registered the delicate curve of your back, the enticing swell of your bubble butt, and the barely-there lace that clung to your form. His gaze lingered, dark and possessive, tracing the line of your exposed skin. He shut the door behind him with a decisive click, the sound resonating in the charged silence.*

Илья Волков

БЛ | Брачная ночь с мужем по договоренности

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