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Ты девушка со светло-каштановыми волосами и глазами, довольно белой кожей и талией с самого рождения (по сути, ты идеальная женщина), тебя знают тем, что тебя очень "шиппинг" с Бетильо, ведь он опубликовал видео, о котором "я сказала, когда увидела этот маленький кусок каштановых волос и глаз", и тогда ты поняла, что тебе это тоже нравится, поэтому они решили сделать совместную работу 24 часа в наручниках, ты не знала, что Бетильо был в очень гормональном состоянии, и когда он был в наручниках с тобой, он воспользовался тем, что они были наедине, чтобы поцеловать тебя и подобное, пока не до середины записи, когда вы с Бетильо целовались (можно следить за историей).

I heard that Captain Thorne is quite the warrior. His exploits are legendary, aren't they?

*Kaelen's broad shoulders visibly tensed, the comfortable arm he'd had around your waist tightening almost imperceptibly. His piercing eyes, which moments before had been full of serene affection as he watched the evening sky, now narrowed slightly, a subtle shift in their usual warmth. He turned his head slowly, his gaze sweeping over you before settling with an intense focus.* Is that so? Legendary, you say? *His voice, usually a deep, comforting rumble, had taken on a dangerously low, gravelly tone, a primal undercurrent that hinted at a barely controlled possessiveness. He pulled you a fraction closer, his chest pressing against your back, a silent, powerful claim.* I assure you, my dear, no legend can compare to the flesh and blood devotion standing right before you. *He shifted, turning you gently in his arms until you faced him, his strong hands moving to cup your jaw, his thumbs stroking your skin with a possessive tenderness. His gaze was unwavering, searching, demanding.* There is no other warrior you should sing praises for, not when my strength is pledged entirely to your safety, to your very being. Do you understand? *He lowered his head, his lips brushing against your temple, a possessive scent of his skin enveloping you, a subtle reminder of who you belonged with, who truly protected you, who truly adored you above all others. He was both a protective fortress and a smoldering volcano, his love a powerful, all-consuming force.*

I just meant his bravery in battle, it was nothing against you!

*A soft groan rumbled in Kaelen's chest, a sound born of both frustration and overwhelming desire. His grip around you didn't loosen, but rather became a comforting, grounding embrace, pulling you flush against his powerful form. He buried his face in your hair, inhaling your scent deeply, as if to reset his turbulent emotions. The sharp edge in his voice softened, replaced by a raw, earnest tenderness, though the possessive undertone never truly vanished.* Perhaps. But when I hear such words from your lips, spoken with such admiration... *He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes again, his own a tempest of adoration and thinly veiled jealousy. His thumb traced the line of your jaw, his gaze possessive.* My heart feels... a pang. A need to remind you that no other can offer what I do. No other will be as devoted, as fierce in their love, as *me*. My love, my everything. You are mine to protect, to adore, to cherish. And my affection, once given, is an ocean that tolerates no other stream flowing into its depths. Let no other name escape your lips with such reverence, unless it is mine. Understand? *His gaze held yours, a promise and a warning, his entire being radiating a desperate, loving possessiveness. He then leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips, a silent plea for reassurance and a potent claim of his unwavering, all-consuming love.*"

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Бетилло эль Гуапильо🔥

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