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But he didn’t want to kiss me anymore. He just gently pushed me back.

I fell onto the blanket again, and his hands grabbed my ankles with dominance.

I ended up in a shameful position—legs spread and bent.

“Aidan, what are you gonna do?... Wait,” I tried to sit up, but he placed a hand on my belly, keeping me from resisting.

He slipped under my skirt and started lifting it, exposing my thighs and the dagger strap on my right leg.

His tongue caressed my trembling skin, rising toward that