“Tell me what you want to do to me,” Tem whispered. “Everything.” “Be specific.” Leo moaned, the sound vibrating deep in his chest. “I want to rip this off you—” his fist twisted the strap of her dress, “—and throw it in the fucking fire. I want you to tell me what you like and I want you to say my name while I do it.” “More, Leo. Be specific.” His hand went to her throat, pulling her head to his. “I want you spread open in front of me. I want to bury myself in your cunt until you can’t fucking breathe.” “More.” “I want you all to myself. I don’t want to share. I want my name to be the only
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