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“Is that you begging?” I asked, lifting aze to hers

Those gorgeous violet eyes flared, and I s the peak of her breast intoon her skin, froainst her beaded nipples

Then Ithe hollow of her waist with my hands even as ue traced the indent of her belly button “How can you be so fucking exquisite…” And not bemy hands down her hips

“You’re Not Bad Yourself,” she said, her breath catching with every touch of

I locked eyes with her as my thumbs hooked the barely-there straps of her pale blue underwear

“Take the her hips

I drew the nal that she’d change her mind She didn’t

“Gorgeous,” I noted as I stood at the edge of the bed, running hs “Youat you”

A wicked sht you were starving,” she teased, turning her head to expose the pulse pounding in her neck

My ue, not yet

“Ravenous” I gripped her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed

“Benedict,” she whispered, her eyes flaring wide as I pushed her thighs apart and sank onto my knees

“Is that begging?” I asked, listening, pink, and already soaked My dick throbbed, pushing against the confines of my boxer briefs

“Never,” she said defiantly, but there was a hitch in her voice

“We’ll see” I grinned Even with her splayed out naked on my bed, she wouldn’t surrender, and God, I loved that about her Soht at the use of that word and I shut out the thought cos—at least not the emotional kind