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Vica shuddered when Constantine dragged his mouth down her chest, his tongue swiping her n****e one last time as though he couldn't resist before trailing down her stomach. The night was cold, but her skin burned with a fire that she couldn't kill - the way his rough fingers pressed into her made her curl into herself. Before she knew it, he had crawled down her body so that he was positioned over her lower half. He was still fully clothed, but now he tossed away his cloak. He pulled his tunic over his head as well with unveiled haste, revealing the hard lines of his shoulders, his chest, and his rippling abdominals.
Vica's eyes widened. She had never had anything that could amount to a relationship, and therefore she had never had the opportunity to admire a man's bare
