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Six, Please?

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“Green,” Adora breathed out, eyelids fluttering. Catra moved up her body methodically, marking her, showing Adora that she was fiercely and beautifully owned. Every scratch was a reminder that Catra was in control, that her love knew Adora’s limits and would never give more than she could take. At this moment, Adora existed solely for Catra’s pleasure. “Harder.”

“Number, pet,” Catra reminded, withdrawing her claws from the canvas of Adora’s skin, admiring her results.

“Mmm, ‘m at three. Six, please?”

“Six? You take it so well for me.” Catra’s claws pressed in harder, rewarding Adora for her good, good manners.