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Doflamingo watched Monet's face carefully. Her eyes shut as if it might kill her, eyebrows tipped towards her bangs. She felt good. The way she offered herself, the way she starved for him. His palm burned, the ice of her skin stinging him where he pressed to the small of her back, where his hand rested close enough to her spine that he could bury himself into her to grasp it. He let out a long breath, one that emptied his lungs as he forced her to wait for him. She wouldn't move. She wouldn't ask for more and he knew it. She shook and leaked and trembled for him.
“Oh Monet–”