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Chapter 43

SAINT.

She parted her legs for me. One of her hands trembled against my thigh, the other slid behind her and hooked over my neck.

I didn't touch her out of lust.

God, I wish it were that easy.

Lust would've been clean — feral, messy, but honest.

This wasn't that. This was slow rot... A festerin...