"Armo," I muttered in a hushed tone, "Stop," He continued to lower his head until I could feel the perk of his lips on the side of my neck, "Armo, please," I panted out.
"Please what Imani, do you want me to stop?" He mumbled quietly, I felt the smoothness of his lips graze my neck when he uttered the words, making me gasp and flinch at the same time.
He placed a soft kiss at my neck; again and again, my eyes were pressed shut, trying to conquer the courage to open my mouth and speak, "Stop Armo, please just stop," I heaved out with a heavy chest. I could feel him pressing himself further into me.
"You're mine, Imani." He stated possessively.
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