Emmanuelle held Harry on his back with one hand, pressing firmly on his chest. She was passing the chain length through the arabesques of his wrought iron bed with her free hand.
Harry was utterly unsettled and did not know what to say or do.
Emmanuelle theatrically threw a lock of blonde hair behind her back before heaving a deep sigh:
"If I understand correctly, you do not want to make me yours because you are afraid of hurting me?"
Harry nodded, then gasped when he felt his hands being held vigorously by his Mate.
Emmanuelle raised her beloved's arms above his head. Then, with her free hand, she seized the tended member and placed it in front of her crotch. She cursed and complained in French so that Harry would not understand about the size of his p***s.
The vampire's cheeks had
