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"You misled me."
Galadriel threads her fingers through Halbrand's hair, yanking him away from her neck.
"And?" His lips drift lower instead.
"I believed you." She spits the words with anger, yet bites her bottom lip as his tongue glides over her breast.
"Belief's an interesting notion," he murmurs."It doesn't require truth."
His hand slides up her gown, until her own stops him.
"It was what you wanted to hear. And this..." he forces past her hand, gripping the heat between her thighs, "is what you want to feel."
Her eyes flutter, unfocused. She hates him when he's right.