The Devil’s Bride
His dominance was clear, his kisses warm, my body trembling, my fear mixing with desire.
“I’m yours,” I mumbled, my voice shaky, my tears close, my hands trembling, giving in, my body weak under his touch.
His lips kissed my jaw, my cheek, his fingers teasing, my heart racing, my fear of failing him burning, but my body wanted him, my chest tight.
“Good girl,” he said, his voice flirty, cruel, his lips kissing my lips again, his hand sliding deeper, his fingers brushing my core, making me shiver, my body trembling.
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