Beneath The Mask
I’m trembling, on the edge of release, teetering between resistance and the desire to let go completely.
“You’re mine now,” he growls, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Say it.”
I hesitate, clinging desperately to the last vestiges of my dominance. But Prince slows his movements, teasing me with shallow thrusts that leave me aching, desperate for more.
“Say it,” he demands again, his teeth nipping at my earlobe.
“Yours,” I gasp, the word spilling out before I can stop it. “I’m yours.”
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