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𝔀 𝔬 𝔑 𝔑 π”ž π”ͺ 𝔫 𝔯𝔦𝔀π”₯𝔱 β€” 𝔢𝔬𝔲 𝔰π”₯𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔑 π”Ÿπ”’ π”°π” π”žπ”―π”’π”‘ 𝔬𝔣 π”ͺ𝔒

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A growl rumbles in her chest as her hand without notice and rapid speed locks around his name. β€œYou know how much you distaste turns me on.” Her amber iris meet his. β€œI want to play, Damon.”

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Her tongue darted out to caress in the top lip that formed her mouth. β€œI don’t want games right now. I can play without a game.” Her words were a pure that could any average man to his knees.