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Like a Thorn: BDSM Fairy Tales by Mari Ness, Mercy Loomis, Sunny Moraine, Shanna Germain,

By Mari Ness, Mercy Loomis, Sunny Moraine, Shanna Germain, Kieran Wyn Dewhurst, Cecilia Tan, Sarah Desautels

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He says. ” But it isn’t true. It’s the curse speaking, the witch’s voice behind those pretty, pretty lips. I know I could save him. Return the beast to his pretty, pretty Prince. But I won’t. I won’t. l There are many rooms here. There are rooms hung with pictures and rooms spilled with books. Rooms stuffed with music and rooms strung with jewels. The time room is filled with clocks. They chime my name twelve times. They don’t say Beauty. They say Belle. Belle. Belle. Their faces are the pretty face of the prince from my dreams.

He utters a questioning sound but does not push me away; in fact, one of his immense hands drifts to my hair and finds purchase in it. I welcome the guidance as he pulls my untrained but willing mouth down along his length, as this act is foreign to me, and I am rewarded by a tightening in his belly and a swelling throb against my tongue. But surely–surely he will not grow much bigger? I am quickly stretched to capacity, gagging in spite of my best intentions, and must pull away to catch my breath.

You and your friend. ” She leaned against the back of the plush loveseat and crossed her spike-heeled shoes. ” Han opened his mouth to say something but Greta silenced him with a look. She could feel a thread of something here, a guideline out of the 40 That Wicked Witchcraft situation, if she could just keep hold of it. The woman was severely beautiful. Would Han be jealous? When she’d rolled up and scooped him out of his bland suburban house and his senior year in an equally bland high school and taken him away with her, she barely had to convince him.

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