Marcel’s PovHer eyes don’t leave mine. “Say it again,” she whispers, her voice unsteady.“Don’t test me, Leyla," I swallow the irritation rising in my chest. She knows exactly what she's doing, and I hate how much it's working.A slow smile pulls at her lips, but it doesn’t reach her cold, searching eyes which are looking for a flicker of devotion in me, I guess. “Then make me.”Something snaps in me as I rush towards her, grabbing her waist. She shoves me off as I'm about to kiss her, in an assertive kind of way to. Plays with the hem of her top, while hesitating for a bit as if debating weather to do this or not. Then, she pulls it off slowly and drops it next to the couch. She's wearing a deep purple lace bra that makes her skin look like milk. Before I can even process the sight, she reaches back, unhooks the lace and lets it fall beside her discarded shirt. My breathe hitches. Dauuummmm!!Her breasts are not as large as Alora’s but definitely something. Her nipples which are a
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