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I shook my head. “Not until you ask me to.”

Some of the elvish mischief must have sparked in her, because her tone changed immediately. “Not even if I do this?”

She lifted her hands, stretching back and forth.

Mannaggia.

She wasn’t wearing shorts. The hem of her sleeper tee rode up, showing thick, strong thighs. There was a teasing glimpse of white cotton panties. Heat shot straight through my shaft.

“Do your worst,” I said tightly.

A breathless laugh escaped her lips. “What about this?”

She grabbed the back of her tee, slowly pulling it over her head. It stayed gathered in the front, and once it was off her body, it teased me by covering her breasts.

My dick strained against my jeans.

“Rose,” I warned, gripping both sides of the doorframe. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

“I know.” She promptly dropped her arm—and with it, the tee. “What are you going to do about it?”

Fall to my knees and beg. “Invite me in.”

She shivered. It was too dark to see if her skin was peppered with gooseflesh. I could barely make out the color of her nipples in the dark. Her breasts were heavy and full. Those tits were glorious. They needed to be touched. Kissed. Fucked. My nails dug into the wood trim as I held myself back.

“No….” She smirked at me through the dark, fisting her shirt. “I don’t think I will.”

I groaned. My balls were heavy and tight, while my dick throbbed.

She walked right up to the door. “You really won’t come in, will you?”

She was perfection.

She was right there.

“No, Rose, I won’t.” Our hard breathing filled the space. “Not until you ask.”

“What would you do if I let you in?” she whispered, head cocked to the side.

Make you mine. “I think you know.”

“I want details.”

My dick fucking ached. Precum leaked from my tip. The sultry tone in her voice was too much.

“I would lay you on the bed,” I started. The movie scene in my head was a vivid picture, but its beauty was lost somewhere in translation. I focused on the details, trying to explain how I would worship her. “I would carve a path down your body with my mouth. I would bite you, just hard enough to make you tense, but then I would lick the sting away before you even felt it. I would spend an hour between your legs, wringing orgasm after orgasm out of you. And when you were limp, once you protested that you couldn’t move, I would climb over you and fuck a couple more from your body.”

Then I would pull her into my arms and never let her go.

Rosetta clutched the shirt to her chest. She stared at me, wide-eyed, at a loss for words.

“But I’m going to need you to ask for it, cara mia.”

She hummed softly. “Thank you for giving me the decision.”

As she spoke, she tossed me the shirt.

And shut the door.