Dahlia.It was just like that movie I saw the other night, where the woman plays coy and continuously provokes the man until he is no longer able to take it, and decides to take the prize for himself. Compelling her to give in, making her crave for more than just a tease here and there. I was that girl. Right here, right now, I want every inch of his body even if it means committing a sin. The world is sinful in its own damned, selfish ways. What is one, harmless sin, more?I lock my thighs around him, wrapping him as if I was afraid he’d escape and run off to some mating ceremony, getting mated to a girl that is not me. I won’t allow it.He’s mine. I growled as I met each of his thrusts. As he pounded into my flesh, I rocked my hips against him, just as desperate, just as passionate as the lust swimming in his beautiful eyes.I have never seen eyes like his, or Valerian’s. Not even Tatum’s is as unique, and I find myself drawn to them every damn time. It is why I can’t resist him.
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