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“Need—”

“You are—”

“Fuck—”

My back arches,to ins to loosen the tiny row of gold buttons at my wrists

“I didn’t think this part through,” he rasps, his teeth glearin

Oh, ht me this exquisite dress

I want to thank hiner, but because it’s perfect for me

“Ah, fuck it,” he growls, his accent nothing less than guttural Scots as he pulls one cuff apart, the buttons pinging across the room

“No!” I protest, snapping my wrist away frorabs the other and repeats the process

“I’ll buy you another I’ll buy you a dozen”

“I like this one,” I say, laughing in protest “And I’ll treasure it always”

“Darling girl” His eyes turn al the hair fro the zipper at the side Together, ork to pull it off, the daer important

“I want you so dah whisper pure praise

I screw aze

“Hurry Quickly” Two tiny, escaped words, barely a breath as I fight against this It’s just sex, I remind myself I can’t lose ht me a dress