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<li data-xf-list-type="ul"><span style="font-size: 10px">He watched her squirm beneath the covers, her panting breaths an erotic ambiance. He had closed his eyes to listen to her, until the connection had broken by his will. When she woke up, furious and seething, his hard-on became that much harder. He hadn't wanted her so upset, but the look of fury, passion, and lingering desire made him want to tame her and bring her to her knees for real. He wanted her passion all bottled up just for him. He wanted her...but it was different. It wasn't just for a quick fuck once or twice. His expression softened from grinning perversion to pensive within seconds as he stared at her. He wanted more from her...and it scared him. But he didn't let that fear show as he smoked his cigarette, letting the smoke do its work on his brain and calm him out. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa500">"How is it fucking with your head when the fantasies are already there? I just make them appear more often. I haven't put anything there that wasn't already present, Jasna Von Segur. Direct your anger elsewhere. I am not your enemy. And do not make idle threats, I am far more than you can handle." </span><br/>
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His voice had turned dark at the end, his expression grim. He wasn't being playful or acting insanely perverted. No, he was showing some of his truer self- his darker side. He hadn't meant to let it slip, but her anger had triggered him to defend himself in a way- and that way was to prove that he wasn't to be blamed for something he only took some part in. He had been staying away from her, she should know. He ached to put his hands upon her body, but he had only been allowed to do that in dreams- the one thing he looked forward to during his duty besides guarding her. Perhaps he was getting too deep, or perhaps he just really was out of his mind. He combed his fingers through his hair before he looked at her and beckoned her over.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa500">"Come here."</span></span></li>
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