She wasn't the least bit alarmed by the idea of bruises. She almost craved them as proof that they trusted each other. Arching and twisting under him, more to get against him than to help him, she whimpered with need. He had to know how badly she wanted him.
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Date: 2014-07-07 11:42 pm (UTC)