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a century to be with this man? Did she not share in his emotions? |
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She found herself shifting to allow him to lift the gown. She wore nothing beneath, and she gasped aloud as his fingers reached around to stroke her breasts. Things were happening so swiftly. She wanted them to increase in speed, to stop. . . . she did not know which. |
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His mouth left hers, and as she tried to call him back, she felt his teeth gently pull one nipple, then the other. Her breath caught in her throat as his mouth continued its damp, heated exploration. |
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His fingers traveled lower, and she arched against his strokes. The feeling was like nothing she had experienced before. All of her centered where he touched. He was gentle yet insistent; his fingers generated searing heat that ignited each area he explored like windblown sparks in a dry forest. She writhed and opened to grant him greater access as he continued his exquisite torture. Her breathing grew ragged, punctuated by tiny moans she could not control. Tossing her head from side to side, she began to whisper small, incomplete words that even she could not understand, and he swallowed them as once more he captured her lips. When he boldly plunged his tongue into her mouth, she entwined it with her own. |
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Her urgency must have been contagious, for her special sense unshuttered, letting her feel Mike's strong emotions, his raging need. He wantedneededher reciprocation. Suddenly, |
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