You barely breathe before he has you— lifted, laid across the desk like glass. Blouse slipping. Skirt dragging down your thighs. Your hands tangle in his hair, desperate, trembling. His voice—low, dangerous. “You think I’d ever let you hate this body?” Lips trail fire down your skin. “Every inch of you is art. You’re breathtaking. And the best? you’re mine.” Your breath hitches, His mouth reaches your thigh like a vow.
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