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I got “Byronic Great-Aunt who is in love with a Duke”

I’ll take it :)

For anyone who’s ever wondered who they’d be in a 19th century novel

The wait is over: 19th Century Character Trope Generator

I'm "Meddlesome Bachelor with 2,000 pounds a year" yes please sign me up

Bad little girl

The body under me belongs to a stranger yet the feel of his muscles flexing under my fingers felt so familiar. His movements were precise, every push and pull. His breath on my cheek. The animalistic growl that left his lips each time my nails dug into his flesh.

His hand moved to my neck forcing my lips to his. When I failed to let him in, he gripped me tighter. The pain was a aphrodisiac. Had me begging for a little bit more.

"You like that ?" It was more of fact than a question. He already knew my answer.

"I'll give you more" he said as he flipped me over. Never once breaking out connection. He placed both my arms over my head. Locking them in place with his hand, while he choked me with the other. The look he gave me then. I knew I was in trouble, but I wanted it. All of it.

So I flexed my hips breaking his control. The look on his face at that exact moment, was mesmerizing. So I did it again and again. He let me have my fun before grabbing my his in both hands, stilling my movements. He slowly pulled out, leaving only the tip of him inside. I lack of him inside me made me whimper like a dog that lost its bone.

"Beg for it." His eyes burned hole on my body. This man was unbelievable. And I was addicted. But I could never beg, I couldn't so I bit my bottom lip and turned my face from him. I knew it would piss him off and I'd get what I want.

I did.

He lowered his head to mine, his lips above my ear. His husky voice was a octave lower and his words had me reeling from the edge of pure pleasure.

"If you won't beg me to fuck you, I'll make you beg me to stop."

- might be continued...

PinK

Sunny💛🌻

I don't😔

How do you sleep at night knowing that you didn’t make any progress?

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“Just remember that sometimes, the way you think about a person isn’t the way they actually are”

— John Green, Paper Towns