I feel so lonely, and this dark loneliness makes me feel so much pain.”― Mitta Xinindlu.
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Arabella felt pleasure coursing through her as Alastair begged for her. It gave her power, and she liked that power. She liked how helpless he looked lying under her.
She bit her lips as she looked down at him. There was a power in him, but she knew he was holding it back for her, and her heart fell a little bit, but she knew she couldn't fall for him. That was something she didn't want to do.
He cupped her breasts as soon as she let his hands go. His fingers were full of fire as he kneaded her breast, moaning as he did so. She moaned along with him. Her body jerked up and he chuckled.
"Oh, Alastair..."
"Now, who is begging?" he said softly and she shook her head as her dark her fell down
