"Hothing smart to say?" He teases, nipping at my shoulder as my
back arches and my hands Ay to his hair, tugging softly.
"Tristan" I moan and practically let out a cry of pleasure when he
reaches a spot within me I didn't know I had.
"That spot is mine" his voice caresses my ear.
"These lips" a kiss and a harsh thrust "mine."
"You" another harsh thrust and another cry from me.
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