Claiming His Luna
Instead, it dripped with a mesmerising allure, weaving a spell of enchantment that defied conventional emotions.
“Hmm,” He slowly let his fingers glide down my thighs, then up to my flat belly, ribs, and chest.
I closed my eyes and felt the heat numbing my entire being when his finger reached the nub on my left breast. I shivered. He massaged it slowly with just one finger!
“I hate you too.” He said in a seductive voice.
I bit my tongue when he pinched it a little. “I hate you more.”
“Really,” His fingers went circular. His voice was thick, low, and pleasant to the ears.
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