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Valeriane…
“Malachi.” I breathed out, my c**t wet, shivering under the couch, as I kept my eyes away from the book, he came back faster than I expected him to, the way his heavy gaze sent a wave of heat down my c**t, and a squeaking sound echoed through the room and I froze.
I must have drenched the couch.
His gaze tinged hard through my body. When he inched closer to me, he looked away. He leaned toward the TV and turned it on.
My face on the TV, my eyes widened, and the TV captured my expression instantly. I can’t tell where the camera is; I can slightly tell what this could do to me. My knees already felt weakened at the sight of my face when Malachi inched closer to me.
He took another step when he brushed his hand against my neck, around my collar, I shivered under his touch
