That pain only serves as an aphrodisiac, his back arching under her fingers as a grimace flashes over his face.
Nothing about the way he touches her is enough to draw blood, but enough to leave bruises, leave marks that'll be clearly visible the next day. (And that's what he wants.)
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Nothing about the way he touches her is enough to draw blood, but enough to leave bruises, leave marks that'll be clearly visible the next day. (And that's what he wants.)