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Mark, Aeadia, and Fiona consequently sneaked into the kingdom through the bunker in the palace, Michael was living in Affin after he demolished the old castle.
What they didn't know was that the faeries could smell the use of magic from miles away. They were surrounded within seconds before Aeadia could take necessary precautions.
Michael tossed on the bed and took a whiff of Shamira's honeysuckle hair and smiled pulling her closer. She leaned her ass dangerously close to his crotch instead earning a hiss from him.
" You're daring the sleeping lion" he whispered to her ears as she chuckled writhing on him while his member hardens, daring him more. No, she wasn't scared of the sleeping lion. He hovered over her within seconds pressing his erection into her thighs making her laugh out loud then she wraps her hands around his neck.