he strokes your hair, his body lathered in your scent, and he looks at you with eyes of love, desire, but a hidden possession There's a difference between us and others I've waited... suffered for you... now that I have had you. I don't know how I'm going to stop . He lets out a low growl you can't, you won't, and i won't allow you to leave your mine forever, little bird he holds your wrists above your head and kisses you
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