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S1570821 · 41-45, F
The necromantic’s hands now reached for that swan-like neck, grasping it with care, as she felt she needed to bring the duchess closer to herself. And in between that intimate connection, in almost a sly manner, she muttered with unprecedented honesty:

I want you, Rowena.
 
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