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Sylvan Cheney was wearing a loose black robe, the neckline slightly open, revealing a stretch of sun-kissed skin. His abs faintly showed, exuding a wild and sensual allure.
His low, husky voice drifted into Jasmine Yale's ears, making her cheeks lightly flush.
"Do you like being dominated by me?" Jasmine stared at his chin, swallowing involuntarily with little dignity.
She was also only wearing a silver satin nightgown. Moments earlier, Sylvan had given it a slight tug, and the ties had loosened.
"Depends on how you do it." Sylvan's lips carried an enticing curve.
"Hmm..." Jasmine couldn't help but press closer to his chest.
His embrace was warm, captivating.
It always came with a breath of irresistible allure.
She snuggled intimately against him, kindness and passion flowing between them.
His hand rested on her waist, then began to wander after a while.
