celestialdragon
his little one
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Lynn couldn't help but give a soft sigh as he kissed her, the light scratches on her back sending pleasant shudders through her body. She kissed him back, moaning softly.
"I'm not sure what would calm me down," she confessed, her lips pressed against his still, whispering. "I'm so scared, and I'm as tightly wound as a lute string." Yeah, she used an archaic analogy. So what? "I'm just so scared that you're going to beat me again. . . I just want to be held and loved and cared for. . . And I'm trying to accept what I will eventually become, but it's hard. . ."
She resumed kissing him, trying to find love and hope and strength in that simple act, the one sexual thing she knew how to do.
"I'm not sure what would calm me down," she confessed, her lips pressed against his still, whispering. "I'm so scared, and I'm as tightly wound as a lute string." Yeah, she used an archaic analogy. So what? "I'm just so scared that you're going to beat me again. . . I just want to be held and loved and cared for. . . And I'm trying to accept what I will eventually become, but it's hard. . ."
She resumed kissing him, trying to find love and hope and strength in that simple act, the one sexual thing she knew how to do.