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Author of 12 Stories |
Still a matching of wits. Main House against Branch House. Each out to prove their battle techniques and style was better. A small clash, retreat and regroup, only to clash once again.
Only this was no battle she was prepared to back down on at all.
It still had the same basic elements; focused stare, gentle fist type pressure from hands and that desire leaking from him...the desire to outdo her, the weakling heir to the main house.
And so long as he kept kissing her that way, she was all too willing to fall.