#Chapter10

"Shall I stop?" the deep, smoky voice entered my ears violently, not letting me ignore it in the slightest. By back was against a cold, hard surface, yet my fingers twirled around something incredibly soft and dark. Hair, soft as a cats fur.

A voice, that speaks so politely, yet slyly, knowing the answers to all the question it asks. I heard myself just as if I was a third person in the room, moaning and struggling to keep my voice in my throat, but my fingers, curled around those soft locks, said something completely else. Pushing down the head they were holding, I growled:

"Don't you dare"

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