HAKAN

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As I realised that Nightingale had never been touched like this by a man before, I both hated and loved it. I hated that I was the first man to touch her because she deserved better, and the same hands I was touching her with had spilled blood countless times. And I fucking loved it because no one else had ever touched her, heard what she sounded like when she was being pleasured, or tasted her. It made my possessiveness of her multiply to levels I never knew existed. She hid her face in the crook of my neck and I stroked her hair with one hand.

“You...