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MARKULA
I’m powerless. I can’t smell the ones who are after us.
All I can smell is her.
The others were right. She is like a drug, invading my senses, the scent of her cloying in the back of my throat.
She has increased powers for Silas and Draynor, and each seems to become more powerful with every encounter. She is ready for me now, raising her hips, trying to draw me deeper, but I sense that the moment I give myself to her, the moment I allow her to take me fully inside her, I may lose myself to her forever.
And I am not one who loses.
But she’s so tight around the head of my c**k. It takes everything in my power to kneel, unmoving, between her pale thighs. The candlelight plays on her porcelain skin as if even the flames want to touch her.
My eyes graze her side — her naked,
