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Chapter Forty-Seven: I Am

Marko N.

Alba’s gaze remained a sinfully dark amber that called to him. While he wanted to trace his fingers on the outline of her eyes, the limitations of the handcuffs kept him routed to his posture, so he instead exaggerated the phallic movements of his mouth against her.

He sucked each curve and wrapped his tongue against each bend of her salty slender fingers as she thrust them in his mouth hoping to tempt her into pressing herself to his working mouth, but she didn’t, merely retrieved her fingers and pressed them to her lips.

Good god, but he could devour that mouth.

The restrictions she placed were overwhelmingly annoying; if this was to be their last night, shouldn't he be able to fuck her till morning, till her collapse, till he spilt everything inside himself into her?

Shouldn't he…

Darkness claimed his eyes.

She had lowered the blinds she had placed on his forehead while she was cuffing him.

"Alba, please..."

He pleaded, but the plea was cut short by the feel of her tightne
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