"Is this what you wanted?" he asked her harshly, as if all this were her fault. In truth, part of him was enjoying her supplicant posture, his position above, very much. In truth, another part of him was tense, on the edge of something terrible and alluring.
And it was all her fault.
"Look at me," he demanded, yanking her head back by her hair.
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Date: 2009-10-23 07:20 am (UTC)And it was all her fault.
"Look at me," he demanded, yanking her head back by her hair.