The Beast And The Innocent Bride
Cana, who marry the beast is now above him, towerin her and dominating her.
"Hmm, smell so fucking good. Makes my cock even harder," Carlo growled, his voice a low, gravelly rumble laced with that intoxicating Italian accent. He inhaled deeply at the apex of her thighs, his hot breath ghosting over her slick folds, sending shivers racing up her spine.
Cana whimpered softly, her cheeks burning crimson as she bit her lip, too shy to meet his gaze. Her small hands clutched the sheets, knuckles white. Oh God, what is he doing to me? she thought, her mind a whirlwind of embarrassment and need.
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