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I immediately took it and pressed the message notification that opened on the screen. You can use this phone temporarily. Message me if you need anything else, and please drink your milk. I let out a sigh and closed Zachary's message thread. I dialed Aireen's number and called while checking the contents of the paper bags one by one, looking for something to wear today. Less than a few seconds after the line rang, my friend answered it. "Atasha?" she greeted. I hummed softly in response, then pressed the phone to my ear and shoulder while opening the undies that Zachary had bought. I felt my cheeks heat up slightly when I noticed that they were all lace-style and all red. Even the five bras

he husks, wrapping his lips around one of my nipples while his other hand slips down my stomach and into my pants. Gasping, I arch my back as his fingers slide between my folds so they can begin to work my clit. Fuck, the mixture of my heat and his cold made everything I was feeling even more intense until I found myself crashing into orgasm. “Damn, baby,” Atticus chuckles, pulling his hand out of my pants. “You’re so sensitive.” "Maybe." I gasp, trying to catch my breath. “Or maybe you’re just really skilled with your fingers.” “I’m more skilled with something else,” he counters, grabbing my pants and pulling them off of me. “Mmm, do you always wear such tiny underwear, or were you expectin

He looks as if he wants to devour me, but at the same time unsure of how to go about it. I hold his gaze as I slowly work my trembling fingers to the bottom of my shirt. I want to see his reaction to seeing me naked. Rupert and his disgusting followers laughed at me. Called me ugly... Called me trash, but Atticus is looking at me as if I am the only female alive. The cotton fabric slips over my head revealing my only lace bra and I hear Atticus stop breathing. When my eyes find his face again my cheeks begin to burn. He is staring at my body as if he has never seen a shirtless female before.

“It’s a boy. It is why you eat so much.” A smile blooms on the corner of my lips. “Be careful.” She nods and I start down the stairs, dagger in hand. I hadn’t bothered with the billowing skirts tonight. What I have on can be kindled to the human equivalent of an underwear, but in Neredia, it still would be too many clothes. The red, translucent skirt stops a few inches above my ankle and it is by far, the most comfortable thing I own here. And obscene. It had been meant for Atticus’s eyes only. A gift before the gift of death. One I’d known would push him to the liquor he kept not too far from his bed.

I’ve just stripped down to my, okay fine they are rather plain; underwear when the sales assistant returns, carrying a multitude of items. “I didn’t know if you wanted to go feminine with the lingerie or sexy so I went with something that works for both. I was sent your sizes ahead of time, Miss Stratos so not to worry everything should fit and we should be able to get you dressed and out of here on time for your date.” she turns a bright smile my way before holding up some of the prettiest underwear I have ever seen. She was right when she said it would work for either. White with little embroidered pink flowers embodied the idea of feminine, but the strappy nature of the bustier is what ma

He crushed the fragile flower under his boot. "Very soon I will have you on my bed, Adara," Atticus murmured to himself. He was certain, this girl would taste as good as she looked. He couldn't wait to violate her. Thankfully, nothing untoward happened for the rest of the day. Sabrina kept to her work and avoided drawing attention to herself. She also hoped Atticus would forget about her. She didn't want to see that disgusting man again.

There was a section where underwear was hung in rows. I passed my hand along the rows looking for one with comfortable material. “Sir, if you’d like me to interest you in these ones. They’re elastane and cotton which makes them comfortable and stretchy. May I ask if your wife has a size?” She said holding up a few pairs of underwear. Sierra does have wide hips so I think she wouldn’t wear exactly small or large. “Medium.” She showed me a series of underwear and in the end, I chose about 5 of them.

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I ask. “That’s just a string.” “You bought me a string as well.” “Fair enough.” Seeing mesh boxers and floral briefs, I instantly add them to the cart. There are also some boxers with ribbons, some leather compression shirts that can show off his muscular arms, a button-down bodysuit with a plunging v-neck, and even backless underwear with a mesh front. And soon, I am grinning like a fool. “What are you adding, wife?” he asks, stopping my fingers from adding more embarrassing items.

A soft pink glow and faint scent of vanilla betrayal wafted through the air. Victoria’s Secret. Caden stopped walking like he’d just discovered Atlantis. “Babe,” he said seriously, “I know you hate underwear. But you need something. Especially with those summer dresses you just bought. Unless your plan is to fight gravity and win by sheer willpower.” I groan so hard I swear the mannequins wince. “Fine. But I’m not wearing anything that feels like medieval armor. Lightweight only, or I riot.” Caden practically drags me inside like a kid let loose in a candy store. Except this candy store sold lace thongs and overpriced pajama sets.