He narrowed his eyes and this time didn't move. "Pretty words, are no protection." He warned him. His stomach muscles rippled, so close, that heat pressing down on him, breath over his face. He closed his mouth, teeth clenched so hard he felt it down his neck. "Hate, what? Focus!" He hissed.
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