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It was getting harder and harder to resist her. Every fibre of his being was aching to take his lover by the hand and lead her up to her bedchamber—the one that had once been his—and lay her down on the soft bed where he could make love to her all morning. It was so clear in his mind; the angles he would take with his hips, the spill of her charcoal-black hair on white sheets, the shape of her mouth as she cried out her pleasure… He was in deep trouble, and he knew it.
Bookmarked by JennyRay
15 Dec 2024
