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Run little squirrel... She can't hide from me. I caught her fair and square... Now LUCY is MINE.
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“The deal is off.”
She blinks; her chin trembles.
“I have a better idea.” My chest rises and falls, brushing the tips of her nipples.
She shudders. “Wha…what?”
“Let’s cut to the chase.” I peel back my lips, knowing that base instinct inside me is taking over. Knowing I am done talking. Hey, I tried to reason, tried to give her a way out, didn’t I? But I am not a saint or a diplomat. I am a marauder. I am similar to the berserkers who’d taken over her country and set her on the run…to me.
Her breath comes in pants. She licks her lips and straightens her spine. A pulse flicks to life at the base of her throat.
My mouth goes dry. I want to throw her down and tear into her. I need to rut her, now. I clench my jaw, curl my fingers into fists at my sides. “Run, little squirrel. I’ll give you a second chance to escape. If I catch you, you are mine. Mine to do with as I want. Mine to take as I need. Mine to ravish until you are so fulfilled you’ll never think of leaving. Mine to fill, to plunge right into, until there is no me, no you, until we wear the same skin. Until my spirit merges with yours.”
Her shoulders tremble, and the sugary sweetness of her slick rents the air. Her pupils dilate. Her lips part. Fuck me…but she is turned on, and my cock throbs…and I keep my promises. Not. But she still doesn’t realize that. Poor trusting thing. Is she in for a surprise?
I bend down to peer into her eyes. “Go.”
She blinks; her chin trembles.
“I have a better idea.” My chest rises and falls, brushing the tips of her nipples.
She shudders. “Wha…what?”
“Let’s cut to the chase.” I peel back my lips, knowing that base instinct inside me is taking over. Knowing I am done talking. Hey, I tried to reason, tried to give her a way out, didn’t I? But I am not a saint or a diplomat. I am a marauder. I am similar to the berserkers who’d taken over her country and set her on the run…to me.
Her breath comes in pants. She licks her lips and straightens her spine. A pulse flicks to life at the base of her throat.
My mouth goes dry. I want to throw her down and tear into her. I need to rut her, now. I clench my jaw, curl my fingers into fists at my sides. “Run, little squirrel. I’ll give you a second chance to escape. If I catch you, you are mine. Mine to do with as I want. Mine to take as I need. Mine to ravish until you are so fulfilled you’ll never think of leaving. Mine to fill, to plunge right into, until there is no me, no you, until we wear the same skin. Until my spirit merges with yours.”
Her shoulders tremble, and the sugary sweetness of her slick rents the air. Her pupils dilate. Her lips part. Fuck me…but she is turned on, and my cock throbs…and I keep my promises. Not. But she still doesn’t realize that. Poor trusting thing. Is she in for a surprise?
I bend down to peer into her eyes. “Go.”