The Dark Angel Of Merciless Deaths
His hands, now caressing my face, revealed the depth of his longing and desire.
With unwavering determination, he held me tightly, guiding me slowly towards the bed. As I laid there, my body draped across the mattress, he began to undress me, piece by piece. I remained still, resembling a mannequin, my mind filled with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. I couldn't help but question if this decision was the right one. However, my love for Dima was unwavering, and I was desperate to prove myself, to dispel any doubts that lingered within him.
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