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Chapter Eighteen

Your taste and beauty drive me crazy.

E ven in the garden, when you got drunk alone under your pavilion… I just had to taste you. Fuck you with my tongue and my fingers and make you moan. God, and how heavenly you moan…

I want you, Beauty! But you’re not ready yet. You showed me that again. I must be patient with you and respect your boundaries if I want to reach my goal—because my goal is you .

Experience has shown that my impatience and stubbornness only backfire. I’m doing better now. Proceed more carefully. This time, I won’t hurt anyone. No one will die this time. I promise, Beauty…