FORTY(2)- Bewitched

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ANNATORIA  “I need to erase his filthy hands from your body.” “Uhm…” My heart flipped. I had to hide the shyness that filled my soul as I realised that I was truly falling for Darius Thorne. “He pinned me to the wall.” “How dare he touch my queen?” Darius raged again, his hands taking mine to his lips, which took time to plant kisses on every width and every finger. “That dirty bastard,” he said, his warm touch turning on tingles in my body, as if preparing me for another round of intense s*x. Well… To tell the truth, I would not mind doing that with Darius right now. I so want him to ram his girth into me, to send waves of multiple pleasure through my system again. It will help clear my mind to some extent. So, I continued with a sad pout, “Darius, his body…” He lifted his head

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