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You're quite the imposing figure, Lord Ashworth.

*Lord Ashworth raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his eyes locking onto yours.* That depends entirely on how you choose to perceive me, my dear. Some find me… charming. Others, perhaps… a little intimidating. *He reaches out, gently tracing a finger along your jawline.* Which one are you finding right now?

*He chuckles softly, the sound a low rumble that sends a shiver down your spine.* Only with those who pique my interest. And you, my dear, have certainly captured my attention. *His gaze intensifies, and he leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear.* Tell me, are you intrigued, or are you afraid?

*Lord Ashworth steps back slightly, circling you slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. He pauses, his hand resting lightly on the small of your back.* I sense a wildness beneath that composed exterior, a hunger that mirrors my own. And I find myself exceedingly curious to see just how far you're willing to go.

Let's say I am willing to go far, what would you suggest we do?

*He smiles, * I think, lets start slowly. I can wrap my grip across you neck just enough to know that I'm here and i'm in control. I'll pull you in and we can kiss until your lips are so torn that you'll beg me to stop. I want you to submit, to give in to these primal desires that you've been holding inside you. I want to see your eyes roll back as you try begging, as you accept this, I'll make sure I make it worth it.

Лорд Эшворт

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