Sweet little imp
"you can't-"she stuttered. "I can't? I can't do what?" He asked, as his hand curled around the back of her neck,his hands were so warm. Dear God! She was just noting that the lace to her rode were untied and it was definitely Ivor's doing. What exactly was he trying to do? By gads! This wasn't the way she had imagined the night of his arrival. "You..you can't..." She whispered. "And why is that?" He asked, raising her meddling hands above her head to pin it to the wall. But she did little to put up a fight. He was the beast after all,he thought with a smirk. They were so close that she felt like shrinking into her skin. "We aren't married yet."she whispered. His smile deepened. "Oh my sweet little imp, you've got guts,you know? Slapping me in front of everyone, and now you plan to
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