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68. My future husband
KATLYN Every part of me wanted to call him back and go back to sleep with me engulfed in his arms or maybe go back to having his fingers teasing me and his tongue fûcking me to another blissful release. But I didn’t, because I could feel the darkness hissing and curling inside me, wanting to lash out at anyone in sight. And I didn’t want it to be him. I didn’t want him to see me in that state again. Maybe sparring with him was a good idea, I could channel this excessive energy into something useful without coming out as a blood thirsty devil. With that thought, I slipped out of the bed as nakéd as the day I was born. I could hear the tap running inside the bathroom and for a brief moment I wanted to go inside the bathroom and watch him do the menial task of brushing his teeth and washing
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