Pour Some Sugar On Me [p]
03-14-2013, 09:29 PM
The man spoke, his accent causing her to pause her attempts for a moment. She had not met anyone else with a strong accent before. Usually her own accent was highly regarded, and she now understood why. His voice enraptured her. Rook chuffed lightly and leaned toward him, whispering in deep alto notes. Somesing only you can provide. She went on to mutter in german, her native tongue, unable to control her need to speak. Ich will deine K?sse auf meiner Haut, ich will dein Becken gegen meins. Never had the woman ever been driven by wanton lust before. Never had she begged a man, or even spoken to one like this before. She hated being pregnant, loathed it.. but the children would be worth it, if they even survived. She knew many still wanted her head for the way she had been treating Zara, and while the harlot knew that she had patched things up with Zara, there were bound to be those who didn't care about their reunification. Her head craned upward to gaze at him, need pooling in her eyes. These children had turned her into a wimp, a woman who relied on someone else to provide her with pleasure and satisfaction. She had never wanted or desired that before. She hated what she had become. Unfortunately for her - and quite possibly for him - her hatred of herself only made her want him more. Speech, |
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