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LIAM

Nora’s breaths were soft, puncturing the quiet in the room. I could see the pulse in her neck throbbing against her skin, begging me to lean in and take a bite. She smelt like all the roses Mark liked to stuff her with. It was intoxicating.

Nora was quiet, her body rigid, as though she was trying her utmost best to keep her hands to herself. A small smile tilted the corners of my lips