“Even death has a heart.”― Markus Zusak
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Arabella woke up early. She just couldn't sleep. Her stomach was twisting, and it wasn't like she hadn't been with Alastair, but she had never truly been with him, yet. She wanted to make love to him. Fingers, lips, tongues, all good. But she wanted his c*ck inside her right now. It had just been too long, and she needed Alastair inside her, pounding, making her scream.
She bit her lips as she pulled out a soft blue dress. She didn't have many dresses, but the three she had were really, truly good. Mei and Starr made the dresses for her, and this blue one was the prettiest out of all.
She pulled the satin gown down and it slid down her skin like butter, softly rubbing against her skin. She stared at herself in the mirror, and she looked ra
