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[ Dorian swallows thickly; even the way the gown slides across his skin as Orym lightly tugs on it sending sparks of heat through his veins. ]

I need you too…I need you now…please, Orym…

[ It feels like it’s gotten so intense so suddenly, but he knows that if he doesn’t have the halfing he might very well go mad. ]

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