Give me your word that if he's guilty, you'll let me take him. I'm not sad, he said, but he sounded it. I knew who it was before I raised my face from Nathaniel's thigh. Damian wrapped it around himself like it was his favorite teddy bear.
Okay, maybe I didn't know how to use a flogger, but I really didn't need this much help. It brought my breath faster, made my pulse race. She-who-made-us said once that the scar saved his life, because without it, his hair was more blond than hers, his eyes more blue. Shutting the door was not a good sign either.
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