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“You better not bite my tit.” As if it understood her, it did just that. “Ow!”
“Is that a blush, Dragon?” she asked with a giggle. His eyes widened in horror. “No.” He fled, and she chased after him. “Yes, it is!”
“I was wondering. How would one mount you in order to ride you?” “By my hips, I would imagine.”
“Detach yourself, ugly vulgar woman!” He got them apart again. The female slapped him across the face, offended that he had called her ugly and vulgar, and Rurik’s head snapped to the side with his eyes visibly widened in shocked outrage. To Amalia’s shock, he slapped her in return. She slapped him again, so he did it harder.
You satisfy the rage in me.
If she does not breathe, I will incinerate the world. A rumbling, dark growl bubbled from his chest like thunder as his face morphed into rage, and fury, and resentment so deep he knew he’d never felt anything like this before. If the world thinks I am hateful now, just wait until they see me if she is taken from it.
“Ow! Why do you always bite me?” “Because I like you so damn much.” At his admission, Amalia hung on him with her eyes bright with a smile. He’d been biting her for a long time.
“If father can tolerate your spiteful, barbed personality, then Amalia can love that in which you gave me, your spiteful, barbed personality.”
Rurik pointed to her without removing his eyes from Amalia. “You... will shut your trap about such matters.”
“Blasted! Not another one.” Rurik groaned as he fell onto the bed face first next to her.
