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Chapter 15

MALCOLM

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F*ck.

Moonlight washes over Gwen's lithe body, casting an almost heavenly glow about her.

I wouldn't doubt for one minute the glow around her head is a halo, nor would I doubt the intensity of the thought the observation revokes. I feel like going on my knees before her and laying silent prayers at her feet.

A prayer for my damned soul. And a prayer for the lurid amount of lust raging through me... Surely it couldn't be normal?

The top comes off completely and her perky breasts spring free. My breath waters and I see the dusky nipples turn to hard points. F*ck.

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