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Eleanor didn't even stand straight when he turned off the shower, hauled her up on his shoulder earning a horrifying scream from her because of his goddamn height.

His other arm hooked behind her knees as he plastered her legs to his chest. She was dangling on his shoulder like a rag doll, clutching his waist in her small hands.

Her eyes widened in horror when he kissed the side of her hip that was close to his face and then bit on it.

"What are you-ohummm!" Her sentence drawled in a loud moan when his fingers sensually caressed her core.

Before she could even think or comprehend. Her world turned upside down again as he threw her on his bed like she's a doll. Her small wet body bounced on the bed and then he pounced on her like a predator.