Chapter 70
Soft. Warm. His heart skipped a beat the moment they touched. Austin lowered the hands he had been about to raise. He looked at Elara, who was pressing her lips together, the warmth of her kiss still lingering. "So you don't want to be my daughter?" "Dear, you have quite the taste," Elara said, feeling light-headed, as if she had drunk two pounds of strong liquor. Her misty, beautiful dark eyes stared at the handsome face she had long craved. Her mouth felt dry. After just a taste, she wanted more. Was she being too greedy? She needed to calm down. She stepped back slightly, lifted her wobbly leg, and walked past Austin like she was treading on cotton, heading for the bed. Austin watched her drunk-cat behavior and found it adorable. He could not help but smile. He truly did not understa
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