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He was a man; he saw breasts.
Strike 1
Emma knew this encounter would be burned into her memory forever.
He wanted to kiss her so badly, he could taste it.
He had disturbing fancies of lifting her hand to his lips and kissing all that hurt away.
His little penguin
“I am serious. Really, truly, honestly, earnestly, properly. And I mean to have you, completely.”
I’ll have no further need of you then.”
Strike 2
He’d be damned if he’d let her get away now.
“We can only hope.”
LMAOOOO
No, no. Charming? Had he just thought that word? He wasn’t charmed. He was never charmed. Bah.
He was the one marrying for love. Just not hers.
If only this kiss could last forever.
Parts of him went weak,
He wanted to touch every part of her.
Again, she’d been caught staring. Again, he would misinterpret it entirely.
Who was the villain who’d hurt her?
You’re a wife. You’re not supposed to enjoy this, you’re supposed to lie there and endure it.”
UMMM??
Please be fertile, or you’ll be the death of me.
It made him want to roll her into a ball and hold her in both hands forever, so that nothing could wound or frighten her ever again.
