Chapter 17 The Tattoo Artist 07

“You’re mine tonight, Lena,” he murmured possessively, as he slid the panties out of my feet. “Every inch, every sound, all for me.”

I shivered under him, desire pooling, wet and aching, I was already dripping and desperate for him. “Yes, I’m yours,” I whispered, my fingers clutching at his chest, ...

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