I liked my body, and I’d never really wanted to change it. Especially not for my ex – even with his little comments and remarks meant to make me feel bad. But I’d also never really thought about my body being beautiful, either. It was just... My body. The vehicle that allowed me to live my life. But under Xyan’s gaze, I didn’t feel like a regular woman with a regular body living her regular life. I felt like a goddess. Like a painting. A work of art. As I sank to my knees once more, settling between his splayed thighs, he only reinforced that feeling with a hot, hungry pulse of his sight
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