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Like Eve's brush with temptation, the rope wound around me—satin, seductive, and inevitable. It slid over my collarbone, its touch gentle yet unmistakably deliberate, like the serpent's velvety murmurs in the Garden of Eden. The binding curled from one shoulder to the other, tracing the soft curve of my neck, a caress both dangerous and inviting.
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Like Eve's brush with temptation, the rope wound around me—satin, seductive, and inevitable. It slid over my collarbone, its touch gentle yet unmistakably deliberate, like the serpent's velvety murmurs in the Garden of Eden. The binding curled from one shoulder to the other, tracing the soft curve of my neck, a caress both dangerous and inviting.
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