Morgan Llywelyn

He took her into his arms again, using all his strength to be gentle, and let his lips touch hers so lightly he could hardly feel it.

He took her into his arms again, using all his strength to be gentle, and let his lips touch hers so lightly he could hardly feel it.

– Morgan Llywelyn –

Lion of Ireland

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