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I briefly consider going for the talk first I could straddle her, keep her wrists pinned, and force her to talk But the lance of frustrated pain right through my balls tells me that’s a bad idea I need to fuck her I think she needs it too Besides, a good orgasm will loosen both of us up so we can finally clear the air between us

In fact, I know a fantastic way to loosen Vale up Pushing up, I release her wrists and straddle the tops of her thighs She raises her head and looks at me with lust-blurred eyes I use the few moments I know that she’ll be dizzy from our foreplay to move as quickly as I can I undo her jeans, scramble backward, and pull the denis to her ankles The flash of red and green froh offends oal

From the foot of the bed, I pull off the dainty black ballet flats she had on before stripping the jeans and underwear right fro to dawn on her face, and to avert a flight response, I take her by the ankles Yanking her legs apart, exposing that sweetest and most delectable part of Vale’s body, I take a reen roses seems to throb in my peripheral vision, but I don’t let it distract aze up her body, the top half of Vale completely covered with a plain, navy blue T-shirt, and er, fear, and challenge

"We’re talking after this," I warn her, just in case she thinks I’ll get sidetracked frorunt of denial and now all I see is challenge left on her face

I give her a return evil grin and crawl onto the bed between those gorgeous legs Flopping down, face hovering right over her pussy, I use s over ht ear I push that thought away, spread her apart, and run ue up her center

"Hawke," Vale cries out loudly as her hands fly to rasp hard, and then hold me in place

She’s all in So ao to town I eat her out as ifher a cli her over and fucking her froood She squirsounds, pulls so hard onout, and callss fall off my shoulders and her knees spread wide in complete and utter surrender That vividly ain inhelp o to an elbow, and wipe my mouth off Vale’s hands release me and her head i question She was close to co; I could tell because her body is still the saue would set her off too, but that’s forgotten ht For the first time since last weekend in my bathroom, I take a look at the blanket of roses that obliterated me from Vale’s body Deep red petals of blood with thick layers of vines and leaves; sharp thorns sticking out, all of which is woven through a pale white lattice that runs up her inner thigh

I literally can’t stoed with anger "I hate that fucking tattoo"

Vale’s eyes go soft with understanding and her lips curve up in an empathetic smile She reaches a hand out and strokes my jaw Then she stuns me by the confidence in her voice when she says, "Look at it again"

I blink at her, trying to understand theto impart

Does she want me to man up? Own the pain?