[His voice is a purr, lowering Jack down to the sand and placing him there as he pulls one of the hands away from his nose, turning it over to kiss the palm and wrist, then further up the arm. Green eyes look at him the whole time, a wild lust to them.]
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[His voice is a purr, lowering Jack down to the sand and placing him there as he pulls one of the hands away from his nose, turning it over to kiss the palm and wrist, then further up the arm. Green eyes look at him the whole time, a wild lust to them.]
Like you becoming my bride.