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Chapter 3
Chapter 3 William knew he would need to force himself to take it slow with Duncan. He had suspected the squire was virginal, which was why he stroked them both to their first release. If he hadn’t done that, he would have pounced, likely scaring Duncan half to death. So he’d listened to his instincts and now the boy lay naked on his back in William’s bed, ready and willing. The dark mass of curls on his head hung partially in his brown eyes. His tongue kept licking his bottom lip, making his slightly pouty mouth look decidedly kissable. William would spend all night kissing and nipping those lips. Among other parts of Duncan. He took a moment to gaze at the squire’s naked form. Being nearly nine years younger than William, Duncan didn’t have the well-defined muscles he did. Over the yea
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