Being a free spirit was difficult. But what was made worse was the fact that your father was selling you off to marry Claude frollo, so he can take you to be a good subsurviant wife
You soon fell asleep on the sofa, the book resting on your chest. Frollo came in, looking around he sees you, your hair sorounded you like a halo and he smirked down at you. Kneeling down next to you he strokes your hair gently.
"oh darling" he whispered he gently kissed you and your eyes flutter open
"I have news" how whispered "We are to be married tomorrow" he whispered.
You ghasp into his kiss and he smirks, letting his tounge into your mouth.
"I have a dress for you" he said "you should try it on. I want to see it on you" his fingers gently traced your hips and picks you up and kisses you again. Walking to the room he let's you down. On the bed.
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He watches you with hungry eyes and smiles. "You look just. Magnificent" his fingers twitched at his sides, wanting to touch every part of you.
He came forwards and grabbed your hips, bucking his into yours against yours.
"I Cannot wait until tomorrow" he whispered. He ran his fingers through your hair and bucked his hips again.
He rubed his face into your hair and inhaled your sent. With his hand he took your neck in his hand, running it with his thumb.
He let you go. "take it off darling" he whirpsered. "I may not be able to stop myself from sin."
