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Chapter Twenty-Six: This Is Going To Get Real Ugly
Josiah Once was not enough. Four times was not enough. Olivia was curled up beside me, the soft sound of her breathing was like a balm to my restless soul. Her wild hair was tangled, her lips were red and slightly swollen, and there was what I suspected was a whisker burn on her neck. I reached up and rubbed my rough jaw. I’d have to be more careful next time. Not that I had come away from the night’s exploits unharmed. I was pretty sure there were some scratch marks on my back and a sore spot on my bicep where Olivia might have bitten me while in the throws of passion. Just a little. I don’t think she broke the skin. I was smiling at the memory. Olivia was… wow. I knew she was exhausted, and I should have let her sleep, but I couldn’t help reaching out to stroke the freckle
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