HIS MINI BEAR
Her nipples, hardened and pressing against the thin fabric, were already teasing me, while the dark hickeys on her neck and the reddened marks around her wrists.
It was a sight that stirred a possessive warmth within me, but also a pang of guilt.
She looked so vulnerable, yet so beautiful.
"Amore mio," I said, reaching out to gently stroke her hair, "why don’t you wear something more covering? Like full sleeves or maybe a turtleneck?" My voice was soft, laced with concern.
But Iris was focused on something else. Her attention was entirely on the stove, where she was stirring a pot of something that smelled absolutely divine.
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