“I’m pained by what you’re forcing me to do to you, my sweet Ammalie, but I do appreciate how easy you make yourself to deceive when you’re aroused.” “Deceive?” Her contented grin faltered. “I know, it’s not very nice, deception,” he said, hand cupping the side of her face and thumb running over her bottom lip, “but you should remember what I told you when we first met: I’m not very nice.”
