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One word of affirmation and I rip her t-shirt from her body, kissing her anew and relishing the feeling of her bare skin on mine. f**k, every inch of her is silky smooth and begging for my teeth; but then I remind myself that my perfect Aella is pure.
A pure f*****g Luna, just for me.
As I lift up, I find her without panties and realize in my rush I didn’t even notice she isn’t wearing any. I raise my eyebrow and am about to say something cocky when the sight of her perfect pink p***y shuts me the f**k up.
Gods, she’s wet already. The scent of her arousal sends me on a different type of high; better than a bloodmoon hunt and my c**k throbs painfully just breathing her in. I need to taste her, I need to taste what belongs to only me.
I run my hands down the length of her body,
