DRYSTAN'S POV
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It wasn't a reaction, it was f*****g instinct. The second she lifted her ass into the air as she bent over, it was all over for me. I wanted to be respectful. I wanted her to feel safe in my home, to want to be in my bed, to be able to breathe after my mother blow up in my room. She was in my f*****g bed, right there and my mother disregarded her like an object.
My hand runs over her curved spine, my other hand grabbing her hip, the tip of my fingers digs into her hipbone, and I pull her back into me, her soft grunt curling my lips into a smirk.
She wanted this.
She can f*****g take it all.
Her head lifts, but I have her by her nape, my fingers raking up into her brown locks, and then they curl, grabbing a fist full of it. It's soft, almost silky, and f**k does it sm
