The little girl turned over, burrowing like a small animal, and found a comfortable position to continue sleeping.
Her wide bathrobe had already slipped halfway off, revealing a smooth back to him.
He buried his face in her neck, extending an arm to embrace her from behind, his chest pressed against her back, a primal sensation stirring deep within him.
His hand lifted, resting on her arm.
The little girl was completely unguarded; with just a little force, he could turn her around and have his way with her.
Kris Cooper tightened his fingers, then slowly relaxed them. Finally, he stretched out to pull the thin blanket over her, covering her snugly from head to toe.
If he were to force her now, the little girl would surely think of him as a rap|ist, and it would be hard to ever make her love him.
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The night faded into dawn.
Vera Wave yawned as she crawled out of bed, the first thing she did was look around.
