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Chapter Eighteen

Sophia’s POV

I nod when he asks if I like what he’s doing. I don’t trust my voice to answer and even if I thought anything more than a squeak would come out, there is no air in my lungs anyway.

“Use your words little moineau.” His voice is low, and quiet and it vibrates right through me, igniting every nerve on its path.

“Yes.” I gasp as he squeezes and rolls my nipples between his finger and thumb. It is almost painful but not quite and he loosens his grip as soon as I answer.

“Good girl. You don’t need to be shy with me sweetheart. You were made for me, and I for you. Your nipples are my nipples.” He squeezes again, making his point. “Your pussy is my pussy.” He whispers into my ear and kisses my cheek. “Your lips, are my lips.” He trails kisses along my jaw between each of his words until his lips find mine.

His kiss is feather light, his lips only just brush mine and his tongue darts along my bottom lip before retreating. I strain to lift my head, to feel him closer, deeper, but h
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