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He was a dead ht as well blow his own head off rather than wait for an assassin to do it for hi-soft hands, rapped around his cock, stroking it between their co with pleasure So much pleasure Sweet God in heaven, he had never known pleasure like this

“Seth?” the temptress whispered

“What, baby?” He had to grit his teeth “What? Anything Daeetheart, don’t stop”

He opened his eyes and there were those sweet, cherry red nipples again And he liked cherries No, he loved cherries, and the ripest, sweetest ones in the world were right there for him to taste

His head lowered His lips opened, and a second later he was drawing succulent, heated flesh into hisher nipple like a ainst hi as much of that sweet breast into his mouth as he could consume

“Yes Seth” She arched into hiht, sweet ass into the palht there, he wondered if he would die with the pleasure of it

Her hands were on his cock, her nipple in hiswith the feel of her

“Seth It’s so good” She lifted, she ainst hi back to stare at her as he felt the head of his cock , slick, wet flesh

And then he saw it in her eyes, like a shock of cold, icy water He watched her eyes dilate, watched the realization and the haunted fear begin to build in her gaze

He sed tightly, his hands gripped her tighter, and then he lifted her, slowly, so fucking slowly and with agonized regret, away from the painfully erect flesh of his cock

“No” She clutched at his ar?”

Seth shook his head; hell, his entire body was shuddering as he pulled her away from him

“Don’t stop”

He sat her on the bed jumped from the mattress and forced the unruly flesh back into his pants as her gasping breaths sounded behind him

“How can you do this?” Furious, hurt, the question that broke fro his shirt over his shoulders as the bite at his neck burned like wildfire