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It tasted like sandalwood and lies. The clock hit 4:17 AM. The same witching hour. But this time, Zee was not listening through a wall. She was lying on his chest, her leg hooked over his, the sheets tangled like a confession.

Ryan lit a cigarette, even though smoking was forbidden in the building. Of course he does, she thought. The wolf doesn't read the rules. RUMPUT TETANGGA a---- PART 1 a---- ZAFIRA SUN a---- K...

Since I cannot access specific paywalled or unindexed adult literature databases to retrieve the exact verbatim text of a specific "Part 1" for a niche title, I have instead based on the keywords and typical themes you are looking for. It tasted like sandalwood and lies

It was real .

"You are the grass, Zafira," he said, and she felt his breath on her nape before she even saw him. "You just never realized it." What happened next was not gentle. It was not the romance novel she wrote. But this time, Zee was not listening through a wall

"Close the door," his voice came from the deep end of the room.

"I know you listen," he murmured against her skin. "I know you touch yourself when you hear me through the wall."