He leans his head on the wall, looking down at you as you hold the dagger to his throat. He chuckles and a drop of blood runs down his neck. His hands fall to your hips and your face heats as he runs his tongue across your lips. do it, kill me. your eyes widen as his thumb rubs circles on the side of your thighs. i imagined your body would be against me for a different reason, but.. he smiles I’m not complaining.
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