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“Then worship me, Draelius,” she breathed, her fingers tangling in my hair as she pulled me down for another scorching kiss. “Worship your princess like the loyal, devoted subject you are. Show me the depths of your desire.” — Dari A. Malaunt
Then worship me, Draelius,” she breathed, her fingers tangling in my hair as she pulled me down for another scorching kiss. “Worship your princess like the loyal, devoted subject you are. Show me the depths of your desire.