Mitsuhide —– Do whatever to me


“Do whatever to me.”

“Oh?” Mitsuhide squeezed his fingers around her jawline–firm but tender, unyielding and always at her command. His other hand was already loosening the edge of her obi. “That’s a lot of trust, little mouse.”

There was no room to retort when the chill of his skin breezed inside the kimono. He barely ghosted over her body–but he would make up for that later.

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