Soulful Encounters
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" Hadrian, tell me to stop " He whispered hotly in my ear. A shiver ran down my spine. I suppressed the urge to moan.
" Stop Tom. " I try to say without letting my voice break. He groaned. Again sending a shiver all over my body.
His hands slid under my shirt. Cold fingers skimming along my heated skin.
" Say it like you mean it Peverell " he growled a little. Still keeping me pinned to the wall. I gulp.
" I- " I got cut off by my own moan when Tom sucked a spot behind my ear. He stilled.
" That was- so hot " He groaned into my ear.
" we can't be doing this Tom " I breathe out.
" why not? I am your husband. "
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Hehe thats all you get. I know I am evil. Hyahyahyahya!!
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