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He’s staring into her eyes the way a leopard looks upon its prey…She’s humble and her skin is reacting at the touch of his fingers…at the sound of his overwhelming voice.
Her demons are crawling…feeling his invite to the game…what a wicked game…what a beautiful shame…
He licks her nipple with the tip of his tongue in a way that makes her mouth wide open…her throat is shirking the screams into helpless high-pitch moans.
Every inch of her body is shaking under his command…and she’s drowning in a river of lust and despair…she wants to die for his angels and live for his demons…she wants to sink in the deepness of his look, of his stare…what a funny thrill.
What a funny thing, that she was full of hate, under all those funny masks for masquerade…She seemed cool, like she found her “happy place”…she was good at faking…or she was good at fucking with herself.
He was the perfect pair of eyes. Their coldness fooled her, she let her guard down…he unwrapped her tricks, stripped her of control…exposed her deepest issues and schemes…he opened a super massive black hole.


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A few hours ago, before she lost herself, before she surrendered…before he made her obey…she was wearing her bratty perfume, her vulgar smirks that were defying his authority…his indubitable ownership over her.
And he was wearing the warmest smile…with paradox in his stare…a view so pretty it`s irritating…and confusing…and oh, so god damn rare! It was a pleasure to dance with such a devil…for that she’d rather burn in hell.
His itchy palms taught her through caress and pain…that “it is fear you hurt from the suffering…it`s the adrenaline pumping in your veins…”
She was the stubborn type, the one that makes your devils smile…she was kind of funny, kind of “make me behave”…
He is slow, he is fast, he is a trickster dressed in a savior ,“wish granted” and in a blink of an eye, one hand on her thighs, one is pulling her hair, can.t move her head. She ran out of smirks for a couple of seconds…

She’s hissing through her teeth…”god damn how can you do it so well??!”


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