They walked for a few minutes without a word. The young woman in front of him quickened her pace in her nervousness while Laxus followed her silently . Her agitation went gradually up as the alcohol and tiredness climbed in her head. So much she started to shake slightly with every step.

What were they doing now ? Was he going to try something ? Should she try ? Was it okay even after the cocktail, no matter how small, she had drunk ? It had been months since she had touched a drop of alcohol and her body reminded her well. Better going home, right ? But would she have another chance to be alone with him ? Was he going to misunderstand the reason and stop speaking to her ? She knew that was what scared her the most.

Unconsciously, she took a shortcut home. She walked through it without paying attention to thewhired haired woman who was slowly realizing their destination. He clunched his teeth and with a quick move, grabbed her wrist and twisted her around, a mix of fear shining in her eyes. He frowned a little and immediately let go. He could hear her heart pounding in her chest. Was he scaring her that much ? She stared at him without daring to move a finger.

"You're sure you're okay ?" He finally asked, trying to make himself as reassuring as possible.

She took a deep breath.

"I… I don't know what I want." She confessed.

He frowned, she couldn't help an embarrassed smile to grow on her cheeks and felt them heating up. Not making a move, he continued to silently look at her. This greatly bothered him, part of him was dying to rush forward without thinking, but another prevented him from screwing it all up. He chuckled to himself. Since when was he so careful ?

"You're so difficult." He sighed.

Difficult ? She was the difficult one? When he provoked her, ignored her, flirted with her and ignored her again and again ? And what the hell was that answer ?

"Could you be more specific ?"

He raised an eyebrow, smirked, and sighed again in despair. She could be such a pain with her false prudishness. He glared at her. She wanted precision ? He moved even closer until she was stuck between him and the wall, smirked for himself at her futile attempts to hide her nervousness, grabbed her waist and ran his fingers down her spine until they reached her hips. Suppressing the urge that swelled in her chest, she stayed still.

He took a deep breath her eyed following him anxiously, shivering, she felt her heart missing a beat as he leaned over to whisper to her ear.

"I want you like crazy."

The woman widened her eyes and felt her entire body racing. Her gut was becoming more and more uncomfortable, her skin bristled with every breath, let alone his war hand dangerously sliding up and down her back, causing a disaster every inch.

Suddenly, he leaned down and abruptly captured her lips. The contact was impatient, hot, but surprisingly pleasant. She closed her eyes, blushing even harder, without really taking part, the rest of her being completely frozen. Noticing she offered no resistance, the blonde got even more impatient, keeping himself from devouring her lips, and lightly nibbled on the pink flesh, the heat invading the young woman whose body desperately called for contact.

Fuck it.

Her lips suddenly gave way, making him wince as he felt her kissing him back with the same aggressiveness. She slided one hand around his neck and buried it in his golden locks while the other slipped nimbly under his shirt to his hips and pressed him against her. His skin was hard, smooth and burning.

She felt him smirk against his lips and wanted to reply but he suddenly pulled away, obviously pleased, to catch his breath. She stared at him with amusement and envy, completely overwhelmed by the mixture of alcohol, hormones and touch that made her mind spin.

"You really have a thing with public places..." She said in a low voice, a mocking smile on her pinkier lips.

"Shut up, demon." He whispered in one breath before going again with the same hunger, almost consumed by the need. Need to which she skillfully responded slipping her tongue between two breaths, impertinently playing with his he didn't hesitate to launch into battle. He slid his hand around her bottom and grabbed her flesh, snatching a moan which poured him another flood of wants

Feeling the situation getting out of control, Mirajane stopped with haste. He frowned and got tensed around her with fear. The young woman realized it and approached again with a dangerous slowness.

"Don't you have a bed instead ?" She whispered with a smile.

He gave a slight relieved sigh and kissed her again, torn between desire and eagerness, before detaching completely himself, to her guilty disappointment and a gentle complaint when she felt her legs

Dangerously shaking. He glared at her, blushing and shaking, leaning against the wall in a position and a smirk it was almost obscene. Her bright blue cyan eyes undressing him with one burning glance, forcing him to gather all his strengths not to jump on her over again.

He grabbed her hand and led her through the streets, refusing to give her one too many glances and not paying too much attention to the difficulty she had to keep up with his hurried pace with which he walked. He stopped in front of a building she couldn't see clearly and scrambled up the steps before finally stopping before a wooden door he hastily unlocked. He rushed inside, turned on the light and finally turned around as she discovered the place.

It was only one room, simply furnished with what appeared to be a small living room and kitchen, and in the back, behind a wall that seemed to mark the separation with a bed. The woman's heart leaped even more at the thought, diverting her attention to the rest of the flat, uniformly governed by a slight disorder.

Shaking her head to avoid getting lost in contemplation, she turned again to him and stopped moving as her eyes crossed his golden ones devouring without restraint. He stepped toward her, stressing under his long stare. She took a step back without looking away and stumbled against the table that prevented her from stepping further back.

He walked forward again without losing her eyes. Mirajane's flesh sank delicately against the edge of it as he approached, the only real support in the lava to which her entire organism seemed reduced. Her burning bright blue pupils wandered over his figure and his clothes that suddenly seemed very tight.

His fingers slid down her hips, making her jump as she realized he had already swallowed the distance between them while she was thinking. He smirked and stroked her cheek's impeccably soft skin with his fingertips and rested his thumb against her lip. His finger slipped against the fabric of her flesh and froze.

Mirajane felt the grip on her face suddenly tighten. His thumb pressed against the corner of her lip, causing it to open up while revealing a universe of sensual delights on which the blonde's warm lips crashed. She wrapped her arms around his hips again and pulled him against her in a quick motion. She felt his hands crash against her waist and bottom before lifting her effortlessly on the table. She left his waist to entangle her fingers in his golden hair while he fiercely devoured her lips.

His tongue stroked hers with a mixt of slow tenderness and anger that terrorized her lower abdomen and knees so much she blessed the table she was resting on. Her mind clouded under his skilled strokes that slid up and down her thighs with speed and then grabbed handfuls of her flesh, tearing out slight complaints she desperately tried to cover. Without much success, since she felt his smirk grow at each of them.

His breathing, however, clearly was getting quicker as he openly explored her skin, going up to the beginning of her breasts slowly following the curve, making her shiver all the way. She slipped her hands under his shirt and stroked the tight skin, she felt him tensing on her mouth and smiled. Then she skillfully slipped them under the blonde's belt, then his boxers and grabbed in turn a large piece of flesh, he growled and approached her ear he nibbled before whispering :

"You're going to drive me crazy, demon."

She giggled and went on slowly stroking him while keeping him as close as she could. He left her ear and kissed down her neck, leaving the mage quivering with each warm imprint he left. She could feel his desire inexorably increase with each stroke he gave her and her whole body reduced to a searing mass of seething sensations. His impatience clearly growing against her.

She quickly withdrew her hands and began to unbutton his shirt. She hastily undid the first ones then abruptly slowed down as his lips, still hot from her skin, took hold of hers. She unbuttoned the next one with calculated slowness and jumped as one hand slipped under her dress and grabbed more flesh, unable to stop a real moan from crossing the corners of her lips. He almost sneered, she growled, half of pleasure and half to tell him to shut it.

When all button were undone, his shirt ended revealing his chest's taut skin and large black tattoo that covered part of it to his left shoulder. The white haired woman ran her fingers over it as she gazed at the finely drawn outlines. Her fingers stroked the flesh then carefully traced his guild mark's outline on his ribs. She looked up at him as he stared at her, eyes shining with envy.

Still leaning towards her, she could hear his breaths crash against her still burning skin. He crushed once again his lips on hers and gently stroked her tongue before suddenly grabbing her, one hand still tucked under her clothes, and lifting her and crossed the room, leaving with controlled delicacy on the mattress.

The woman straightened up and eagerly grabbed the blonde's face to kiss him. He kissed her back and quickly removed the fabric that covered his shoulders before throwing it across the room. Mirajane wrapped her legs around her hips as he laid down on top of her without ever leaving her lips.

His hand slipped under her skirt again, taking a plaintive groan from her as he grabbed the flesh. He dropped her lips and to go back on her neck, still inspiring one long swaying on her skin.

The young woman, one hand against her lips and the other abandoned, fought the complaints escaping from her mouth to crash against the blonde's ears, stiffening his grip on her flesh, desperately still covered. He grabbed her bottom, stroked her thighs and chest and left a track of burning marks down her throat, all the while colliding with the woman's convulsions.

Still struggling against the uncontrollable shivers that tirelessly roamed her skin and gripping the few attachment points he offered her, her face red and her breathing short, torn between the different temptations, trembled and let long guilty sighs escape, almost ashamed to give up like this.

Suddenly, she came out of her thoughts, dazzled by the powerful light lighting the room. She stiffened, immediately interrupting the blonde in his actions, questioningly staring at her with a bit of concern. With an embarrassed but somewhat amused smile, she whispered :

"The light…"

He pouted, quickly but enough to amuse her. How could he refuse ? Her eyes followed him rushing up to the other end of the room to switch it off. He turned around, ready to get back at what he had just left, and froze.

The demonic mage, quietly seated on the mattress, in the dim light but sufficiently strong from the bedside lamp, gently pulled off the ribbons helding her black dress, already pulled up to her thighs, and slowly pulled it over her head before abandoning it on the floor. Finally, she looked up at him, taking slow steps, tortured by the desire clutching his organs.

With a terribly playful smile, she casually laid down on her elbows and raised her eyebrows, letting him voraciously examine the lingerie that covered her breasts and sex. His golden eyes crossed by an orange glow slid over the pale pink cotton, too much darker for his taste, covered with black lace. He bit his lip and smirked, lifting his gaze from the lace to her eyes filled with their attentive sapphire, reflects of mischievious innocence.

"You're going to kill me, you know that ?"

Armed with her most beautiful bright smile, the woman rose to her knees and slid an expert hand along his black belt. Her lips, already really pink, tenderly brushed against his. Her tongue licked the pink ends as she slowly kissed him, feeling the grip on her hips dangerously strengthen. She smirked again and skillfully unbuckled it. The blonde took over and grabbed her lips before quickly shedding the clothes that bothered him, leaving him half-naked.

Without cutting contact, he grabbed handfuls of her flesh and hastily laid her down again. She chuckled. He frowned. She knocked him over.

Insolent, one knee on each side, she smiled even more as she noticed his surprise, gripping her hips and deepening the kiss, wet and indecent battlefield. Nibbling impatiently at the pink flesh while passionately stroking his more than receptive chest. He ran a hand over hers, she shivered and let quick moan escape. He played with her still covered nipple, enjoying the young woman fight against some impetuous moans.

Suddenly, a soft and skillful hand grabbed the bothering closure of her bra. He gripped it. They parted. He raised an eyebrow and dexterously unhooked it under her amused eye who tossed the fabric across the room before catching his lips again with the same eagerness. He went down her skin, more interested in the freshly freed flesh and perfect in every way, light, round and warm, with a pink piece at the top he hurried to kiss.

The woman, completely lost between moans, no longer tried to control them and feasted on the blonde's damp heat. She could feel the distinctive tingling of his magic on her, dangerously increasing the uncontrollable quivers going up her body. Magic was not something she was accustomed to, but she certainly easily could, especially when the lightning made her insides so deliciously shiver.

"Why are you using magic ?"

She froze. Her eyes met his questioning ones. Sweating and taken, she stammered :

"What ?"

"Your magic ? Why are you using it right now ?"

She frowned. Her magic ? He smirked and anxiously stroked the flesh.

"Stop pretending. I can feel it on you. Did you really think I wouldn't ?"

His words were accusatory but his eyes were playful. She finally understood and heavily blushed before sighing in embarrassment, still practically naked above him.

"Old habit… nothing important." She explained with a sigh that wanted to be detached but couldn't hide the crimson red from her cheeks.

He leaned towards her ear. She felt his hot breath while he whispered :

"Stop using it."

She wanted to protest against this order so impudently launched but crossed his yellow pupils that obviously left no room for discussion. She sighed and let her magic fade away, feeling the pink marks appearing on her almost white skin.

The lightning mage carefully ran his thumb over the disturbance that had formed below her left breast. The scar was long, thin, fragmented, a badly treated wound. The white girl watched him without a word, not knowing what reaction she expected.

"Happy ?" She whispered, hiding her confusion.

He gave her his eternal playful grin.

"Almost."

Her heart raced.

"What ?" She was tried hard but her voice shook a bit. "Do you want me to grow wings ?"

He chuckled.

"Maybe not wings…" he slowly went on.

She tensed. Her demons were one oddly shared fantasy by a lot of the men she had slept with, without great results. Some had fled, stammering brief excuses, and she had simply refused it to the rest. However, the lightning mage was one of the only people on this planet that have never seemed scared her of them. She wouldn't give in though, had an embarrassed smile that was meant to be amused and shook her head slowly, her eyes down.

He pouted, disappointed, and devoured her, still stroking her skin.

Suddenly his thumb took a detour downwards and went stroking the woman's sensitive spot. She immediately tensed up and moaned of surprise. With his left hand, he gently but firmly grabbed her back and leaned her against him, in a strangely reassuring embrace. He made light circles with his thumb, trailing long tremors across her flesh. Her cheeks heated even more when feeling the warmth of his lips against her ear.

"I really want the demon." He whispered, well aware of the effect he was having on her. "Please don't tell, you're afraid for me."

She moaned loudly, the heat increasing in her already veins, already very damp.

"I can feel it boil." He went on, strengthening his grip on her bottom. "Just let go, it'll be better for the both of us."

She gasped in surprise at his words but he still held her firmly against him, trapped in the exquisite sensations he was sending through her nerves.

"I don't want to hurt you, Mira." She moaned again, shaking and agitated. "But I don't want to hold back either."

She relaxed a little, obsessed with the pressure in her center, which seemed to be enjoying the increasing humidity that she was in."

"Let yourself go or I won't be able to."

Finally, he released a very slight amount of electricity on her center. The mage shook and let out a little cry of surprise and pleasure. Breathless as he resumed his work, she stroked the golden locks in which she had intertwined her fingers.

"See ?" He chuckled softly. "Better for the both of us."

He went faster, she tensed again and tried to control her pelvis that seemed out of control.

"Shut up."

She abruptly sat up and hastily removed the fabric that no longer really covered her intimacy. He smirked and hungrily grabbed her lips. Biting them and stroking her tongue. She replied with the same energy, clinging wildly to his face. Finally, he slid one finger inside of her, still not leaving the point where he started. She let out another long moan along her shivers as he released a new, stronger wave of lightning through her body.

Her complaints grew louder as the pleasure grew within her. Her tensed face, she felt him add a finger, moaned even more under his skillful strokes. She was close, way too close, straddling his fingers with all the fervor he injected in her. She moaned, shivered, and felt her pelvis getting out of control of pleasure.

"Mirajane." He whispered softly.

She finally let go. A wave of heat rushed through her as she convulsed, letting out a long, uncontrollable moan. Her claws dug into his back, pulling a grimace of pain out of him. She moaned harder and finally collapsed his shoulder who sighed in relief. Only her arms were transformed but her skin radiated from her purple demonic magic. So damn cute.

When she finally raised her head, still out of breath, some of her fangs stuck to her forehead ans her hands returned to normal, he released his grip around her. She pulled away a little and glared at him, frowning, searching for any hint of fear or disgust, but his golden eyes still shone with the same spark of amusement and desire. She looked away, blushing. What was she expecting ?

"You're okay ?" He inquired without losing his eternal smirk, slightly anxious.

She nodded and smiled, more embarrassed than anything. He smirked again and laid down, visibly not minding her still straddling him. Catching her breath, she was still quiet, not knowing what to do with this unexpected break. Her lips were swollen and in a much brighter color than before.

She blushed even more when wondering about it and shifted her gaze to his chest, looking like a masterpiece and devilishly attractive. She tensed at that thought and deduced that she was still not satisfied at all. She slightly stroke his tight chest with the tip of her fingers and then the flat of her hand. Suddenly, she noticed in the corner of her eye the tip of some red liquid on his shoulders. She leaned over him and brushed it lightly, getting her fingers damp. Blood.

"Having fun ?"

She gazed at him, remembering he was still there and wide awake. He went up again, taking her with him allowing her to note how much longer the bruise went on his back, followed by several others. She looked back at him. He was calmly observing her, still amused, and raised an eyebrow in questioning.

"Does it hurt ?" She asked.

He softly chuckled.

"A little." She frowned and he brought his face to hers, looking right into those shiny blue orbs filled with too many worries. "I've seen worse."

She grinned and quickly looked away, not doubting that, then suddenly remembered the position they were in and red came to her cheeks just as quickly, brought back to her arousal still waiting between her thighs. She glared at him again, he sitting still without initiating anything other than rubbing with one hand up and down her thighs and bottom, the second one simply on her hip.

His golden eyes examining her with far too much precision, burning with in a silent fire. Her body and core tightened, the woman realized he was just waiting to go on where they had left. She smiled, embarrassed, amused, embarrassed, turned on. His hand stopped. She kissed him.

The contact was brutal, hot, restless, eager to taste more. He immediately wrapped his arms around her and deepened the kiss, getting more and more on edge coping with his growing excitement every time he looked at her, her hips, her breasts, her skin marked by training and injuries. He grabbed her hips. She moaned. She stroked him. He groaned, getting bothered by his pants. She stroked again. He gripped her hand with the zeal of those who like to be in control. She shamelessly smirked and went on again regardless of it, hearing his breathing getting stirred.

She rose to her knees, giving him space to quickly remove it and grabbed his lips again with impatient strength. She stroked him. He growled and stopped her immediately, not giving her a chance to continue. She grinned and gave him one mockingly disappointed pout. He abruptly parted from her and opened his nightstand's from which he threw several condoms out.

She awkwardly smiled, both reassured and embarrassed she could have gone all the way without even thinking about it. Her cheeks turned pink and she chased that thoughts away when she threw herself to devour his lips as soon as he had put one on. She straightened up, and slowly lowered herself, welcoming the outside intrusion with relief. He growled, feeling her heat going straight to his head.

She shyly moved her pelvis, observing his reaction. He held her more tightly as she continued to make small moves. Getting used to his presence inside her. He groaned again and threw himself on her neck, far too abandoned for his liking. The white woman let out a moan at the touch of her lips. She went faster, feeling up how her belly seemed to follow his motion, gradually discovering how her body adjusted to his. She picked up the pace and her sweet moans grew louder, becoming the victim of her own impulses.

The lightning mage was finding harder and harder to hide his excitement. The woman, her hands intertwined in his hair and her face buried against his skin, happily moved without shyness, her abdomen seeking to adapt as best as possible to his in exquisite undulations gaining speed as the pleasure rose and as he devoured her neck and her breasts available.

Her moves were becoming disordered, her complaints uncontrolled and still louder. He felt her tighten around him and loudly let a sweet complain in a wave of pleasure. She had always been passionate but obviously also strangely incredibly gifted creature. He suppressed an unexpected moan, no longer able to distract his mind from the damp heat contracting more and more around him in strikes of pleasure.

He tightened his grip, determined to last as long as possible, or at least until she was fully satisfied. She moaned again. One sweet complaint thrown in the almost religious silence. Her pelvis quickly grew out of control, straddling and convulsing aimlessly, over the sore spot the blonde easily reached inside her. She convulsed , unable to restrain her noisy lamentations.

She went up, down, fidgeted, slowed down, went faster again and again. Until finally being seized with a rush of heat through her flesh launching a wave of convulsions in her limbs. She moved again, enjoying the last drops of pleasure and feeling the blonde completely tensing around her. She finally slowed down and pulled away, sweating and out of breath.

She shyly smiled, her cheeks going crimson. He approached and kissed her hungrily, interweaving their tongues, drinking her last moans.

"You're still…? She asked, almost surprised.

He quickly nodded with a silent smirk and lifted her in a quick gesture to lay her down with shaking strength on the mattress. She grinned and tasted another kiss while feeling him gradually inside of her. She moaned softly as he started to move, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him against her and savor his tongue once again.

His movements were slow but powerful, he had grabbed her thigh to have more support. The other leg, quietly intertwined with his leg, moved approximately to the rhythm of her moves against him. He sped up, taking uncontrollable complaints from her again. She grabbed him and stroked his back, urging him to go on with his gentle work. His hands were sweaty, his smell typically masculine, and hips skilled in the art of torturing her.

She tried suppressing moves from her that wanted to be uncontrollable, feeling him firm his grip on her hips not to lose pace. She loudly moaned again, not knowing what to do with the complaints freely escaping her lips. He groaned in response against her neck where he had buried his face in, feeling the end coming but refusing to deprive her from one last pleasure. He had to stay in control or he would lose track.

For a moment, the white woman seemed to completely lose herself in the ocean of sensations that awaited her. His movements were not hesitant and reached places far too sensitive. His hot, ravaging lips, his sweaty hands impetuously stroked every inch of skin she offered him, made her neck, chest and thighs shiver. And his hips…

She prayed for the moment to last forever, the moment when complaints were torn out of her, far too happy to feel her tensing in his presence. No noise disturbed the dead calm that surrounded them. Just the weeping accent of her moans. Far too lost, she clung to every piece of flesh his body offered her, desperately seeking a point of attachment in this tortuous ocean.

She sped up against him again, he growled in frustration, her shaking and maning more and more powerful. She convulsed again. In a violent burst of magic, her claws pierced his already raw skin, making him groan in pain. She cried out and got out of control from her and for the blonde letting out another louder growl, crossed by the same wave of heat that invaded the woman.

He stopped, breathless against her, visibly satisfied for the moment, but still groaning of satisfaction. He came back to her level and kissed her with all the strength he had left. She kissed him back and wrapped her arms around him to keep him close. He moaned softly and pulled away to glare at the demonic mage, smiling and sweating like never before. He quickly withdrew and threw away the used condom before lying against the sheets, next to the blushing young woman.

There were a few minutes of silent, both enjoying the last moments of pleasure and waiting for a reaction from the other. The white haired woman, her mind still very cloudy with pleasure, turned her head towards the blonde, as foggy and sweaty as she was. He looked back at her. She grinned and quickly looked away, before rolling onto her stomach next to him and staring at him again. He gave her an inquiring glance. She peacefully smiled, her head smacked against the pillow, far too comfortable to be true.

"You're okay ?" He finally asked.

She nodded lazily.

"Already tired ?"

She glared at him, he chuckled. She tried getting up. He immediately grabbed her, grasping her wrist tightly between his fingers.

"Where do you think you're going ?" He asked in his mocking tone but his eyes betrayed a deep concern.

"Bathroom…"She uttered, surprised.

He let her go with a mocking smirk and she walked, getting nervous about what was supposed to happen next. Was she supposed to get going now that she had slept with him ? Should she leave ? It wasn't like he was some vague acquaintance she could just leave without any consequences. How was she supposed to think about him now ? How were the others going to react ? Did they really have to know ? So many questions tearing her mind, far too filled.

Time passed out too quickly and she went out, hands shaking and still panicking. She crossed the room and took the opportunity to open the window and clear the smoke that escaped from the cigarette he had lit in her absence. He took long breaths, quietly detailing her naked skin. Her arms were back to normal and her eyes were shining with concern.

Still, the moonlight reflected her white skin and covered her with a halo that transformed her into a creature taken straight out of his darkest fantasies. The perfect curves of her bottom and chest, her flat belly and red marks casually drawn, her quick moves nearly making him forget her almost complete absence of shame to walk around like that. She looked bothered by the smell of tobacco, slightly frowning, and her hesitant gestures that wanted to be assertive. Way too cute.

She took advantage of standing up to grab her abandoned bra in one corner, and postpone the deadline to a more than embarrassing talk.

"Do you want to leave ?" He sharply asked.

She froze.

"Do you want me to ?"

She heard him sneer, as if her question sounded absurd.

"Mira, I'm not going to kick you out at 2 a.m"

She grinned, half reassured, half mocking me.

"So you want me to stay…" She whispered, fully aware he could clearly hear her.

Silence. One small laugh.

She slowly approached the bed, unable to bear his silent mockery, and inquiringly raised her eyebrows, glaring at him. He smirked again and suddenly went up on his knees to grab her waist and bottom. He quickly kissed her white neck, she shivered. He gave her a second kiss, then a third and came back to her ear to whisper.

"You think I'm done with you, it's kind of funny."

Her eyes widened and she let him trace a path down her throat before frowning and pushing him back on the bed. He let her do as she pleased while she went back on top of him and pretended to capture his wrists against the sheets, knowing he could easily get himself out if he wanted to.

"Sorry, I thought you were done for the night."

He frowned, not rally appreciating the joke but greatly the woman's position. Suddenly, he took his wrists out and grabbed her lips decided to make take it back. She replied but didn't let herself be knocked down. She kissed him with all the passion she had, feeling her arousal rise up again with the new frantic strokes he was giving her. She softly moaned and started kissing his neck, moving down to his chest, tracing the outline of his tattoo, obviously sensitive.

He watched her without making a move, wondering how far down she was planning on going. She kissed him again, tasting the salty warmth of his perfectly tight skin. Was it humanly possible ? Then she glared into his golden and provocative pupils, determined to make him swallow back his superior ways. She gave him a sweet smile, no, shy, no, devilish, and went further down.


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