Looking at her, Jaakuna could see she was actually serious about whether she was good or not or whether she was good enough for him. Jaakuna had a blank expression on his face. He didn’t even know where to begin. Of course she was good enough. Actually, she was more than good enough. She was the best he’s ever had the pleasure of fucking, how could se even doubt that? Maybe cause it was her first time, but seriously how could she doubt it? Jaakuna would take her hands, which resulted in the blanket coming down and showing her bare chest. “Listen babe, you were more than ‘good enough’. I’ve never had someone entice me and seduce me in ways that you did. If you need any form of confirmation that you were more than ‘good enough’, feel this.” He said half-forcing her hands onto his chest. His heart pounding as looked into her eyes. “No one before gets my heart racing like you do.” Jaakuna said, “what we did last night was much more than just fucking. We made love — hot, passionate, lustful love — and if I could, I would relive every second of it.” 

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Nadeline had proceeded to leave Grant and Savayna to talk whatever it was they needed to talk about. As grant, obviously would speak, he would say that he was the one that should be throwing the punches. Savayna now stood there mouth dropped. [I]Was he for real!?[/I] Savayna couldn’t believe the nerve of this guy. And now he would have the nerve to say that Savayna was the sole reason why he was almost executed. That raised the question on who exactly was at fault there.

[b]“Umm, last time I checked, you failed dear Vincent. Not my fault you couldn’t foresee what I did to you. And let me just clarify. If you haven’t been such a grade-A dickwad, I wouldn’t have to had ‘betrayed’ you in the first place.”[/b] She would use air quotes when saying ‘betrayed’. [b]“And besides, imagine MY surprise that I would bump into YOU here.”[/b] She would get closer to Grant almost wanting to punch him, but she remembered that little voice in her head ‘talk first, punch later’. So, she would lower her fist. [b]“At the time of knocking your lights out, I didn’t know you were actually one of the good guys. Who would have known? The mighty manly man Grant was a fucking pussy underneath it all.”[/b] She was taunting him on purpose. Her words, the way she said them — all intentional. [b]“You know what, that has a nice ring to it. “She said, “From here on out, you, Prince of Rozarria, will forever be known as Prince Pussy Grant!” [/b]She would say as she would laugh and laugh and laugh.