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She should have known he'd find her.

Nevertheless, she's startled when she opens the door of the hotel room and there he stands.

He looks older, tired and pale, his eyes darker and more pained than ever.

"Tuney," he says, voice soft. Desperate.

She closes her eyes and feels the thrum of his magic on her skin, giving her goose pimples and reminding her of things she's tried so hard to forget.

His lips on her neck, his hands on her breasts, his length deep inside her.

She steps aside, her heart pounding as she locks the door behind them.