'Kissed' (fuck her up man... fuck her up)
26. Stomach
His eyes fluttered open lazily as soon as he felt her lips press to his bare skin. His little pet had behaved herself enough to sleep in his bed for the evening and now it seemed that she was trying to move even further out of range of gaining another nasty scar. His hand moved up and he gently laced his fingers through her hair. His gaze flickered down to observe her as she pulled away. It was an honest hope that she would continue downward without being provoked. But it was highly unlikely. She always needed some kind of coaxing.
“Are you going to tease me by stopping there Nia dear? Or are you going to show me just how thankful you are that you have more than a floor to sleep on this evening?” He cooed softly as he offered her an adoring look. One he reserved for occasions like this.
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