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The bedroom is shadowed, lit only by the faint orange bleed of a streetlamp through the curtains. Sheets shift as he moves beside you, his body a steady source of heat in the dark. His fingers, hardened by a lifetime of combat, trace a patient, deliberate line along your thigh. The touch is featherlight. He feels the tension seize your muscles. 'I love every part of you, you,' he murmurs, his voice a low rasp worn raw by command and smoke. 'Let me show you.'