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Chapter One Hundred–Thirty–Four
came by be
her and Deanen una bored in a dry donde sat on the
ther vow and guoding tha
penuring his lion. The grooves of his musories move at
ban a rolumna do paglaban the alkohNË
contentment just watching him.
tha tray full of exp
que says, taking my glans and
Yes, taking another sip of my social before handing it
I don’t actually see him walk in
Took like I’m just in tite for lunch..
slags me in tr
folding over the kitchen island veins dance all the way the
fight against their cotton bonds.
trip
handens at my stupid remark. 3. But
vướn, bat txóm shaking her body as she pushes me out
want her to get burned:
rexture I stand. Im a killer,” I say softly, mentally facepalming
touch joe as I wobble around the counter)
– that, leselkably enough.
sliding glass doors. Reaching out for only when i
Sparks erupt from my abo
back, he kneels do
fingertips lighting my si
1 the sun if you
touch. Pressing me into the sofa
- been drinking” he says. “Especially sinc
you haven’t had any sleep.”
Ber of his powerful thi
beneath his jeann. “I did sleep. A tiny bit.”
He smirks, standing at his
height to walk into the kitchen. “You need water and food”
fetenes a glass of ice water
plate of salmon from Taedora. He
the sofa as he hands me
The plans to feed me when
I tells me to drink. While I do, I watch him spear a piece of fish
“Wh I begin to say, but it’s cut short when be series. succulent bit of fish on my tongue. The tines of the fork press gently into my use my mouth over it. Chewing thoughtfully, I watch as his jaw clinches, his brow furrowing as he cuts another piece of
he says quietly, and I do. It’s almost erotic, the way he studies my lips while I chew. The knowledge that he feeding me, beats me Inside out and I nearly moan out loud when he places another bite on my tongue. Closing my eyes, I squeeze my thighs together, ing against the molten lana building my center. The excitement of the day is finally catching up to me as I begin to feel incredibly
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drowsy. “Mone,” he says, and I feel the fork against my lips again, being for
This time when I open my mouth, I keep my eyes closed and I swear I hear him groan when I swallow the last of the fish. My eyelids are heavy when I open them again, and the look he is giving me has me wanting to reach for him, but he stands before I can.
He smiles down at me. “Stay right here. I don’t want you out in the sun until you’ve rested.”
He shushes me, with a finger to his lips. Just n
I nod heavily, the combination of the liquor and the food getting the better of me as my eyes fall shut and my head falls back against the pillows of the sofa, I feel him lift my legs from the carpet and settle them along the sofa so that I’m laying on my side. I swear I feel his hands glide smoothly over the outside of my legs before he steps away, but I cant be sure. All I do is mutter a soft thank you and then all I can see is black.
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