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No need for sleep
*Killian* She licks the pudding from her spoon, slowly, provocatively, all the while making little moaning sounds that cause me to harden, my skin to tighten, my breath to hitch. I have no doubt that she knows precisely how much she is tormenting me and is taking delight in doing so. I want to throttle her. I want to kiss every inch of her. I want to laugh, a large boisterous guffaw that would echo through every corner of the manor. I can’t remember a time when I have enjoyed a she-wolf so much and I have yet to enjoy her fully. My own pudding remains untouched. “Perhaps you would care to partake of my dessert,” I offer when she finally sets her spoon aside. “Don’t you like pudding?” she asks. “I haven’t much fondness for sweets, which must be why I like you. You’re so tart.” I tell h
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