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With a feral glea, thick shaft A mewl of impatience slipped from her lips

“Is this what you want, Raine?” With his free hand, he dragged his finger through the folds of herslit and teased her clit “What you need?”

“Yes Please, Liam”

Instead of giving her er away His expression blanked

“Sir Sorry Yes, please, Sir”

He didn’t give her what she wanted “Do you like it when I share myself with you? Does it make you feel close to me?”

She nodded “It does”

“Treasured?”

“Yes, Sir”

“You like watching me stroke myself, don’t you, Raine? Does it make your cunt juicy with desire? Do you want my dominance? Ache for me to fuck you?”

She nodded feverishly “Always”

“Ah, love,” he murmured “How do you want ht pussy until you’reto spill over me as you come?”

He circled her straining clit She moaned in utter supplication, her stare riveted to his everyfor more

“Any of it All of it,” she cried

“I can tell you want me” His silky rasp reverberated in her ear “I smell your arousal”

“Liam…” she cried breathlessly

Then his voice hardened to steel “But I don’t think you understand, Raine You will tell htens or upsets you,in between because you areexcept what I yank out of you under duress Even then, you dance pretty around the periphery, clinging toyour lashes to distract iven you a lot of slack in your rope All you’veyourself”