"Anastasia baby, why are you such a good fuck?"
Greyven swept her over so that she was sitting directly on his lap, then took a bite of Anastasia's earlobe.
He started out with a gentle nibble, but it got rougher and rougher as it went on.
He wanted to restrain himself, but his reasoning didn't seem to work half as well on Anastasia's body.
Every inch of Anastasia's body was extraordinarily fascinating to him.
If it wasn't impractical, Greyven simply wanted to press himself against Anastasia's body every day.
Listen to her soft cries, fuck her to death, and make her his own only.
Only when the two were perfectly attuned to each other would that intense possessiveness of Greyven subside a bit.
"Baby, you're mine, and I have absolutely no way of imagining what it would be like for me if one day you belonged to another man."
