I told you, I don’t like losing

This scar, Bright, marks you as mine. You took a blade for me. You gave your life willingly for me. And you didn't hesitate to kill for me. Isn't that right?

— Emma

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Who… could resist a girl like you…" he panted, overwhelmed by the sensations. "Oh, Emma… please…"

"Please what?" she interrupted, her voice low and challenging, her eyes locking intensely with his.

Emma could feel Bright's thighs trembling intensely beneath her.

He was on the verge of climax, but she expertly prolonged their peak, leaving him in a delicious agony of anticipation.