[ There’s a sharp hiss between her teeth, and not merely for the chilled air biting at her skin! William’s wet, reddened lips look so lovely, as he licks over them— and the devious glint to his typically cold eyes is even grander.
While he presses his fingers into her, the red headed reaper scrapes her fingers along his scalp, groaning hungrily. ]
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While he presses his fingers into her, the red headed reaper scrapes her fingers along his scalp, groaning hungrily. ]
No, it’s— mnn♥— quite the opposite.