“This is the last time.” I can feel his chuckle against my throat, the scrape of his teeth following after just before he soothes the mark with his tongue. “You said that last time.” The warm press of his chest covers the length of my spine as he curls over me, and I grit my teeth when I feel his hands sliding around my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as I arch beneath him. I don’t give him the satisfaction of a response—it only makes him more intolerable—instead giving him a silent urge to keep going as I push back against the hot length of his cock, which slots between my legs. I
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