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It excited a with need I s slowly, so he could see the red lace triangle betweenthe upper hand, which wasn’t hard because it was handed to theenerations

Asto take it by force if need be, most men did not knohat to do when a wo that their pussy was theirs

I knew that this wouldn’t work on the man in front of me, but his eyes did flicker doard for a split second I sed h the silence was uncoed, I waited My heart was a dull roar My skin was cla it hard to breathe, andwith need

But I waited

“What’s your name?” I asked finally, my voice sharp, a serrated blade

“Cristian Romano,” he replied immediately, his own tenor smooth and rich like espresso

There it was I finally had a name for him

Cristian

I triedme I knew I failed It was too late to be coy This man knew my very insides

I loathed and adored that

“What can Gri forward ever so slightly My tongue ran over ainst me

I took hiht He had shaved, the skin of his jaw sles of his face sharp, severe His features hinted at an Italian heritage, a heavy dark brow and flawless olive skin Cristian wasn’t perfect, though, despite the fact his chocolate hair was shiny, slicked back froh his left brow, small, but in of violence His nose too, had a sht