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"What is it about?" she whispered.
"You don't know me," she said.
The first night was a revelation. Not because it was wild—though it was—but because Leo paid attention. He didn't just perform. He studied . The hitch in her breath when he traced her collarbone. The way her fingers clenched the sheets when he whispered her name. He learned her like a language, and for the first time, Kimora felt the edges of her constant hunger begin to soften.
"What is it about?" she whispered.
"You don't know me," she said.
The first night was a revelation. Not because it was wild—though it was—but because Leo paid attention. He didn't just perform. He studied . The hitch in her breath when he traced her collarbone. The way her fingers clenched the sheets when he whispered her name. He learned her like a language, and for the first time, Kimora felt the edges of her constant hunger begin to soften.
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