Priya drifted into a deep, exhausted sleep in Ranjeet’s strong arms, her head resting on his broad chest, one leg draped heavily over his thigh. The hot shower had left her skin delicate and warm, glowing faintly in the darkness of the royal chamber, but her body still ached deliciously and her throat was raw, a tender reminder of his thickness stretching her so completely, her breasts swollen and marked with love bites and possessive fingerprints, her pussy still throbbing faintly from the endless, relentless fingering that had pushed her to the edge again and again. The scent of his skin sandalwood, salt, and a dark masculine musk and the steady, powerful beat of his heart beneath her ear lulled her completely under, as if she were sinking into a warm, enchanted ocean where only he existed.
And then the dreams came.
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