"You are My virgin." He whispered in her ear that day. "Mine to corrupt. Mine to pleasure. Mine to taste. Mine to fill. Mine to claim. Mine."
When she murmured her assertion, He knew she was ready. He pressed his lips to the pulse point at her neck. It beat wildly from both fright and excitement.
"Tell me," He said in a voice just below a chuckle. "What do you want first?"
Timidly, she looked at Him. "I want you to taste me, Sir."
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