Warning: Mature content ahead!
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[Music recommendation: PIXIE-T - Kiss My Knuckles]
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He leaned in until his lips were a mere breath away from hers, his voice dropping to a dangerous, jagged whisper. "You are running out of time, baby. I am teetering on the edge of losing it. Either you lose this battle, or I will."
The burning intensity in his eyes made his meaning clear: the battle he fought was against the bloodlust and rage simmering in his veins, but the battle Eve was losing was against her own insatiable desire.
They stared into each other's eyes, lips so close they almost brushed, their ragged breaths mingling in the heavy air as they waited to see who would break first.
But the sly devil had never intended to play fair. He shattered the stillness by pressing his finger against her sensitive nub once more, only this time in a slow, torturous circular motion that caused Eve's final restraints to snap.
