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You say you hate me, but I can see the truth in your eyes, Emma. You're addicted to this… to us.
— Bright
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"It hurts… but somehow it also feels… so damn good," Emma replied, her voice trembling with excitement. She exhaled heavily. "I-I don't… know… Bright… you are gentle yet also cruel to me… I… hate… you…"
Bright's hand caressed Emma's face, neck, down to her chest and stomach.
"Keep going. Show me. Don't stop. I want to hear it all. Everything. Let your demon talk about my demon," he murmured as he kissed every inch of Emma's body, worshiping her and making her lose focus.
