Marking her
*Freesia* The moon hangs high in the sky, casting a silver glow through the open window of our room. The air is thick with anticipation, a heady mix of excitement and something primal that hums between us. Raze is sitting on the edge of the bed, a powerful silhouette against the soft light. I watch him, my heart racing at the sight of the man I love… his body healed, strong, and so deeply alive. “Come here,” he beckons with a low growl, his eyes glinting with that familiar intensity that sets my skin alight. I can feel the heat radiating off him, drawing me in like a moth to a flame. I rise from the chair where I had been sitting, my body responding to his call as if it were an instinct, a dance we’ve practiced in the shadows of our hearts. The moment our eyes lock, the world around us
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