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“Shhh darling, kiss me…” she teased, leaning forward and running her tongue over his lower lip. Eye to eye she could see the naked desire in his gaze, along with an unpredictable glimmer of fire sparking against his tightly controlled passion.
Although relaxed in silent repose, his eyes spoke of intention, of illecebrous cravings, of every promise his body had ever made her. She closed her eyes, paused in an orphic moment in which the fire failed to crackle, her heart forgot to beat as she sucked his lower lip between her teeth, slowly biting down, tempting the devil, until his breath hitched and his hands swiftly encompassed her wrists.
With a sharp tug and a twist, her footing failed as she fell face first, caught expertly across his knees. A sharp smack following in her wake and finding purchase against her upturned buttock. The addictive warmth of the endorphin release hummed through her body and she wiggled expectantly, impatiently yearning to take flight.
A low, calculated chuckle rumbled in his throat as the next palm vibrated against her skin. He heard her sharp intake of breath as his fingers slipped between her dripping lips, he knew that her lips curved in a satisfied smile as the dance they performed echoed off the fire lit walls to perfect completion.
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