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”That sounds delightful, Victor darling,” Summer drawled when she could talk again. “What part am I to play in this pretty fantasy? Shall I lie here, moaning and undone by your every touch, or egg you to greater heights?” She squirmed beneath him, trailing hands down his sides. The left hesitated when encountering his scar, and she flicked her eyes back up to his.