He forces his thigh between my legs, pinning me in place before I can even think to move. I let out a sharp shriek as his gaze burns into my soul, heavy and searching, like he is trying to strip something out of me I don’t even understand. “I’ve been waiting to hear this for a long time, sweet pie,” he murmurs, his voice low and maddeningly calm. The words barely register before I shriek again, because I feel his hand slide over my covered pussy, like he owns the right to touch me there. The sparks make everything worse, curling through my body in sharp, uncontrollable waves that leave me breathless and unsteady. It sends shooting, tingling sensations racing down my leg, weakening my knees until I feel like I might fold under him.I try to move his hand away, twisting against him, but his fingers stay firmly pressed over my covered pussy, like my resistance means nothing. His eyes are still that strange shade of gold, never leaving my face, watching every flicker of reaction as tho
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