#406819 - My navy blue ears lay flat against my ashen hair, almost the same colour as the snow that was thrust ferociously down upon me. ”, he muttered in my ear, watching me as I writhed now that the powerful surge of pleasure was washing through my veins madly. Nathanial had returned, and saw my desperate urge to pull away under the king’s fierce grip.
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