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There’s a kitchen in the back with a large island and stainless steel appliances He has a massive tv settled in front of a dark leather sofa Up the black metal stairs to the loft I make out the shape of a bed surrounded by dark wood tones The place is open and bright but filled with masculine tones, dark wood, and brick

It was absolutely beautiful

Like the man ned it

His hands on my body pull me from my admiration of the place and refocus my attention on the man in front of me

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he says, his lips kiss my mouth and then move down to the column of my throat

I feel the heat rise to my cheeks My whole body blushes in response to his words

“Has anyone ever told you that, sweetheart?” his hands don’t stop

“No,” I whisper

“That’s a fucking shah, throaty sound “Because a beautiful wo worshipped”

“Oh, god” Iof his hands on my skin

“Can I show you?” he asks, pressing his body tightly against ainst my ear “Can I show you how you deserve to be touched, to be worshipped?” He looks atan answer

“I-” I can’t find the words I’m so turned on,scared Scared of what this“You’re not like s for you I’ll never recover You’ll fucking ruin me”

A small smile rises to his lips “It’s too late for that,” he says “I’ cares?” he snarls “I’ll kill anyone who even looks at you the wrong way”

His possessiveness of me makes ers find the hem of my shirt “Say you want me,” he tells me “Tell me what you want, sweetheart”

A nize the sound