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My little lamb,” I murmured, finally able to give in and touch her. I slid one hand around her neck, finding that stray tendril in back and curling it idly around one finger as I spoke. “The things I want to do to you…”
Her lush red lips parted. “If you do those things to me, you’ll have to fight for them.”
“Is that what you really want?” I asked, moving her silky hair between my fingertips. “Or is this your way of asking me to leave?”
“No,” she said firmly. “I want you to fight me for it. I want to f**k you, and I want it to be rough. I just also wanted you to know that I’m so furious with you right now, and it makes me want to leave scratches all over your body.”
I almost groaned at that. Every word she spoke made my c**k throb painfully, and I was torn between jumping feet first
