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Baking is a dark art, the kind of sorceress-given gift I do not possess a single ounce of.
“I said I was a bit out of practice, baby. Not that I didn’t know what I was doing.”
“But I am a hot-blooded woman who very much enjoys being treated to a spank or ten by someone who knows how to handle me.”
“You’re in my veins, Sage.”
“Baby, there’s no getting you out of my system.”
Good lord, I am fuckity-fuck-fucked.
“I can’t quit you.”
“But it’s a turn-on for both of us. I’m in a world of trouble when it comes to you, baby. Because I need you every goddamn day. I need this. I need to be near you... to be touching you and tasting you.”
“You’re my sunset sky, baby. Bright and mysterious and beautiful all at the same time.”
“This isn’t like the times when those other assholes thought you needed to be given flowers or meaningless bullshit gifts. This is me giving you my entire fucking soul so you can do your worst—tear it to pieces if you decide that’s what you want.”
“This is the only good thing… you are the only good thing… so you’d better damn well wear my hat, shut up, and take my dick like my perfect little slut.”
“Baby, when you’re ready... only you will know when that is… if those stars ever align, come and find me in that sunset sky.”
“My heart has been in your hands this entire time, Sage. It doesn’t belong to me anymore. It’s yours, baby.
