“Aren’t you afraid I’m going to rip you to shreds?” I asked, trying to cover the fact that I’d all but nuzzled the hard muscles of his back.
“I’m half Abyssinian. My blood would drive you mad!” he shouted into the wind. “But please, bébé. Keep trying.”
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