Breeding My Husband's Bride: Ruined On Our Wedding Night

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eased the sheer white lace of her bridal lingerie, making the delicate fabric cling to her full breasts and the curve of her hips. She was supposed to be

reception. Not a single kiss. Not a single touch. Just c

long, years of quiet, desperate longing. Tonight was meant to be different. She had imagined gentle

voice cut throu

your new husband coul

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. The top buttons of his black shirt were undone, revealing the edge of dark tattoos across his che

?" she whispered, her voice shak

scent of his cologne, dark, masculine, e

ft his own bride untouched on her wedding night. Tell me, little virgin... are you wet r

him to leave. She should scream for security. Instead, her nipples tighte

w what you mean,"

He reached out, his large hand cupping her

g. Let me show you what a real man