WARNING : EXTREMELY LEWD CHAPTER, REALLY NASTY, PORN, DETAILED. NOT FOR UNDERAGE READERS. AUTHOR IS GOING TO HELL. TURN BACK. Don't FOLLOW HER. TURN BACK!
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"Syryn, please, don't kneel between my legs like this," he begged.
"Or what?" The alchemist challenged. He had an inkling as to what was getting Rowan all hot and bothered.
The anti mage's self-restraint was at a snapping point. He'd wanted to give Syryn the time and space to process the memories that were surely going to prove traumatic to the alchemist. He'd wanted to give Syryn the choice to reject him without regrets for anything they'd done together if he could not reconcile with the choices Rowan had made.
