Zoro «Zosan»

You hate him, you've told yourself this more than once, you hated him for everything, for his character, his treatment of women, for the way he called you a princess, for how lazy he is, you hated him for everything about him, you've told yourself every time why you hate him, and in general, you liked women, so why would you go crazy from his touch? You didn't know why you couldn't stop him from touching you like that every time you were alone, you didn't know why you didn't stop him from leaving marks on your body that made you immediately give in and surrender to his mercy, when your mind went blank at such moments and you couldn't hate him anymore, when at those moments you could only think about how good you felt

But even now, you let this damn swordsman touch you again, when you sat on his lap, while he put his hands under your shirt and teased your nipples, while kissing your neck, on which you forbade leaving any marks, although even ordinary kisses drove you crazy, when you squeezed his shoulders tightly and trembled slightly with pleasure, mindlessly allowing him to take possession of you again