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"Why are you here?"

He signals to the TV as I watch my dear, perfect Westley whisper to Buttercup, "As you wish," then he looks atayou"

He just srin of his and sits on a side chair like soed to shrinklittle pinches in otten, Buttercup forgotten, everything but HIM forgotten I wait

"How are you?" he asks softly, signaling atpretty daood from where I sit"

"Do you always make yourself at hoh runs acrossthe little hairs on my arms He leans back and crosses his ar eyes "I’ine me"

The way his sensual tone coaze tells me we both know that I am definitely wanted here--and makes my toes curl Fuck, he turns me on

"I was about to eat a thousand pounds of chocolate because of you," I accuse

He stands and then coht next to me on the couch "Well noo hundred twenty pounds of ether again"

"Considering I’ve been inside you, you should at least let me put ?"

"The Princess Bride My favoritethe back of the couch, and ed to Prince Humperdinck but her true love, Westley"

His lips curl, and I shut up when I notice how amused he looks Secretly amused byme It’s hot And frankly, it bothers me I whisper, "You’re a playboy I know you are"

"You know nothing about me"

I roll my eyes "I know your nalint in your eye like you love it, all it does is make me want to fk you until you moan it" He pulls my face to his "I know every tiht to detect liars since I was very, very young You learn it when your father lies all the ti a fire to stir inside my stomach "I think of you, Melanie I see your face in every woman I flew here just to see you Coood at There are other attributes I have that are far better Like I see I’ you pant I see your pupils are dilated, you keep looking atall of ive us exactly what it is we both need right now It’s been a week, but as far as I’m concerned"--he cups the back ofa lifetime to sink myself in you"

He presses me close, and I ache so much, I’m scared By him, by this, this need to claw into his skin, press my lips to the hard line of his jaw, touch his thick, silky hair

"Let o," I protest feebly

When he chuckles, his breath moves a couple of tendrils of loose hair at o, you need to stop pressing your pretty niles againstcloser when you ask ainst mine, and his closeness, his scent of forest, his warer a flood of need between asp as we alives me space to breathe He lifts his head, and I see him appraise me like a connoisseur would appraise a jewel or some antiquity Why does he look at me like this? Why like THIS? Like he wants inside me as much as I want him Like he wants more than my body, like he wants to suck the blood out of me, eat my soul up, and then pray toto pretend we’re just dating, have never had sex, are just watching a movie I force radually too He stretches his big body suddenly down the length of the couch and pulls ainst his that pertain to aze on the top of ers in his hair and bring his ar into e"

His chuckle--I can’t even explain how much I love the sound of his chuckle--tells etthat lean, hard, long body of his underneath hts with the Spaniard"