[Except he is. She's broken the Black Reaper's iron-control, has him ready to maul her. The way he kisses her, the cruel twists to her nipples, even the hand around her throat — it's all perfect. Frustration is the sweetest ache.
She slides her hands down to the clasp of his pants. She doesn't want to just lie there and look pretty, after all — she wants to give as good as she gets.]
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She slides her hands down to the clasp of his pants. She doesn't want to just lie there and look pretty, after all — she wants to give as good as she gets.]