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Mature Content! Maisie loosened her grip against the cloth on her chest, it fell to the ground, rendering her naked in front of him. "Do you still see me as a child, I'm all grown up now" She said with a sly smile on her lips, causing the man to look at her. The desire in his eyes didn't escape her gaze. His deep voice rang in the room, "Can you satisfy me, huh, Maisie" He called out her name seductively. Now she doesn't know who was seducing who. "Sure" She responded. Leif who was comfortable until now felt something throb in his trouser, he groaned, "Don't regret this" "I won't" she declared firmly, "We're married, it's normal for us to have sex" She said brazenly. *** 17-year-oldd Maisie is a cute, sweet but hot-tempered girl who lives with her old parents in a cottage by the woods. She had incurred a curse; she would fart whenever she was angry and would cry whenever she was happy. She had to remain neutral but it was impossible, she wasn't a rock! When she clocks 18, she started having weird dreams, abilities that ordinary humans can't possess, in her quest to find out who she was and how she incurred the curse, she met Leif who changed her life. Gave her so much happiness and love she could ever desire and she gave him everything she had too! However, he soon figured out that she was a witch, those they had been at war with, he was torn between his love for her and customs. Likewise, the elders in the covens would never allow her to be together with him. How would she protect their love?
Maisie found it hard to gulp down the lump in her throat, her widened eyes were fixed on the man before her as she recalled how he had dismembered Connor's arm from his body with a single move.
She wondered who or what he was, he was definitely not human, Humans do not possess those abilities and that was what led her to inquire.
The man's reply left her petrified. She took a quick look at him, even his features were out of this world. He had striking gold eyes that she had never laid her eyes on, she pondered, were they contacts or real eyes? They seem to be boring down into her soul as he narrowed his eyes at her.
He had bristly carved eyebrows and angular cheekbones carved down to a flinty jaw. Broad shoulders that were part of his physique and a narrow torso. She could see his firm chest from the buttons left open, there surely would be packs beneath that thick shirt of his.
