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he did not stop her, not unless she returned for a fourth helping. "three would be excessive," pharaoh warned. he himself took three generous laps and then rolled his white shoulders in a smooth gesture. "come. walk the room with me," he invited with a glint of his teeth.
the sensations would become apparent within fifteen minutes. he settled his lapis gaze upon her once more. "what do you think of akashingo?"