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The world dissolved into a syrupy, golden haze, a warm thrumming settling deep in Iqra’s bones. The last thing she remembered was Zain’s predatory smile as he tipped the glass to her lips, his voice a low purr. “Drink up, my pet. Your training begins tonight.” And now… now there was only feeling. A thousand hands. A thousand touches. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and something metallic and electric.
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