C50 Just Trust Me

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Gerthel felt her heartbeats falter while she responded to his embrace. “Are you still mad at me?” she asked softly as she tilted her head up to look at him.

Instead of answering, he gave her a kiss, a punishing one. It was aggressive and deep. They were both panting for breath when he release her lips.

“Does it look like I am still mad, Gerthel?” he asked with eyes squinched