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I lean over Nicole, watching as she fidgets with her hands, her scent giving away that she is both nervous and excited.
“What are the conditions?” She asks in her sweet soft voice and it takes all of my will power to not lean closer and devour her lips just to know how good the sound of her moan will be.
When she walked into my office with red swollen eyes, I nearly went on a rampage. The sight of her in tears is something I never want to see. No one and nothing is allowed to make her cry. Except me. And only when I have her writhing and sobbing from the immense pleasure only I can give her.
I force myself to not dwell further on that thought knowing it will only lead to me losing more control of my actions. I am already losing the battle with my wolf who's very eager to take ou
