“You feel like satin. Like ye were carved from the softest things to make a sheath fer a man.”
“You’re utterly soulless.” I leaned up to shout.
“Who needs one when I have this.” He stuffed me full again. “f*****g you feels so good, Little Raven. In-fact,” He murmured. “You’re so delightfully surprising, I’m certain now I’ll be keeping ye for my little slave.”
“Isn’t that what you intended to begin with?” I sneered.
He was thrusting so fiercely that there was a guttural sound coming out of me. Broken each time he entered me again. “But I’ve come ta an even greater decision now, Wee Lass.”
“What?” I looked over my shoulder at him. My eyes darkened with bitterness. Resentment for what he was doing to me.
“Ye’re well suited to be one of my kind.”
“You’re kind?” I blinked at him in co
