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"My turn," Heinz said, his voice a dark purr, thick with anticipation.
Florian's heart skipped a beat. His breath caught in his throat as he looked up at the king, his mind stalling at the implication. "Y-Your turn?" he echoed, his voice faint, almost lost in the thundering rhythm of his own pulse.
'Does he... does he mean what I think he means?'
Heinz's smirk deepened, that smug, infuriatingly confident curve of his lips sending another wave of heat down Florian's spine. His crimson eyes glinted, sharp with amusement and hunger.
"Yes," he said simply, tilting his head in that maddeningly elegant way. "You didn't think this was a one-way exchange, did you?"
Florian's stomach twisted into knots. He felt the blood rush to his cheeks, hot and mortifying. This wasn't something he'd planned for—wasn't something he'd ever imagined himself doing. His entire body trembled as he clutched the edge of the sheets for support.
