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Chapter 7-3
And it slips through my fingers as all perfect things do. Saint kisses my neck. Auden rises up and looks down at Saint’s body, presumably at the splatters of seed he left there. Saint can’t see it, but I can: the sheer, ferocious possession in Auden’s eyes as he looks at how he marked his enemy. The angry, longing twist to his mouth as he reaches around Saint’s hip and finds his sated c**k. I feel long fingers circling Saint, and I realize Auden is pulling him out of me, careful to keep the condom from slipping. Auden looks down at me, eyes simmering. “That will be my c**k soon,” he promises. “I’ll have earned you and this cunt will be mine to use whenever I want.” Saint has no physical reaction to this, other than to replace Auden’s fingers with his own and sit up, but I have to
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