Meet Anne Blodwedd since the day she was born she's been a rogue. Though she is not one of your ordinary rogue, first her bubbly personality and baby face makes her look like a 16 year old child despite her being in the age of 21. Second even throug...
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I felt something prickle my skin and I slightly opened my eyes to see some rays of sunlight slightly hitting the bed. I inhaled some air and a scent caught my nose. Hmmm. So delicious. So minty. I turned around and saw the most perfect tanned masculine body I have ever seen. I have seen many muscles through all those missions. But no one have ever looked so good in my eyes.
I wanted to poke those muscles. So I did. It was hard yet soft at the same time. I giggled at the feeling. I followed the lines of his muscle and I can't help but feel the Sparks. So this is the Sparks Mari and Philip were talking about. I thought to my self. I want to feel the Sparks again. I thought so instead of running my finger through it I touched it with my whole hand, I ran my my hands up and down loving the feeling of his skin and the spark. My movements were stopped by a groan. Hmmm? I looked up and saw my mates' attractive smirk.
"You know kitten, we just recently met and you're already an expert at torturing me." He said in a low and husky voice. His eyes where turning to black then to his original blue color.
I tilted my head to the side. I wasn't torturing him, I was just touching him. But I do agree I'm good at torturing bad people. I mean when I torture my targets I use some tools and there's blood going out of their body.
"I'm torturing you? But I don't have any torturing device with me now. Are you hurt?" I asked him worried, I can't make my mate feel hurt!
He chuckled. " No kitten by torturing me I meant this one." He grabbed my hand and put it under the covers. My face crunched up in confusion. My hand felt a warm and hard thing. Hmmm? I looked down to where my hand was, wait what was down there again? Let me think. I groped and tried to remember what this was again. I heard a groan from my mate.
"I'm sorry am I hurting you down there?" I asked with tears eyes. I can't believe I'm hurting my own mate. He sat down and pulled me on top of him so that I was straddling him.
"No. What's your name kitten?" He asked me having a hint of alpha tone.
"Anne, how about yours?" I said looking up to him, his face held a gentle smile.
"It's Bruce... Anne." That is a beautiful name and it fits him perfectly, and the way my name rolled off from his delicious looking tongue brought music to my ears. I watched every bit of his features memorizing it. His dark midnight hair. Faded sky blue eyes, sharp jaw lines. And perfect lips. I looked at his perfectly chiseled tanned body which I ran my hands against a while ago.
I felt something poke my inner thigh. I let out a gasp. I remember now!
It's PENIS!
My face flushed and it was as if some smoke was coming out of my face. Bruce let out a hearty laugh which filled the whole room. With me still red as an apple. Not tomato. No tomato. I hate tomatoes. I looked at him pouting. He stopped laughing and smiled at me.
