His

His hand met her skin, the fragile curve of her neck fitting perfectly in his grasp. Against the wall her body blended, his lips a breath away from the feast. That cocky smirk curling his lip, one slow push down the wall and she rested on her knees. His eyes down, the smirk deepening as a raspy growl asked one question. “Do you deserve it?”

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