WARNING:[ This chapter contains explicit scene.]
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ROSEY'S POV.
Rosy's mind was muddled as she tried to make sense of her surroundings.
Her throat felt dry and parched, and all she could think about was quenching her thirst.
Her eyes were fixated on the Golden Man standing before her, as if he held the answer to her cravings.
She felt a primal urge within her, a yearning to drink from what was hidden within the enigmatic figure before her.
"Mmmmm!" Rosy whimpered in frustration as what she craved for did not come out as quickly as she desired.
She felt a deep longing within her, a need that gnawed at her insides. She wanted to savor every drop of what she sought, but it seemed to be eluding her.
The anticipation was driving her wild, making her body tremble with need.
Rosy became desperate, trying to capture and suck in any little essence that seeped out of the Golden Man's arm, but it was not enough.
