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Vladimir shivered a little as Daemon raked his nails lightly against his skin after lifting the hem of his shirt. They hadn't been intimate in so long that just the light raking alone was enough to get a shiver. He had noticed Nathaniel was being more quiet than he usually was, not even a hint of loud, blasting music or stomping. He figured Nathaniel was busy reading. They could use this time to their advantage.
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