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2022-01-29 21:43:31“I’m going to taste your body, Beatrice.”
The throaty promise planted a mental image in my mind that made my skin prickle.
His long-legged stride brought us to the bed in seconds. My eyes were closed and my arms still fastened around his neck as he lowered me onto the bed.
As I sank into the mattress slowly I opened my eyes.
Preston curved over me, motionless; his breath came harder as he looked down at me. “You are beautiful,” Preston slurred, his voice thick with desire. “I’ve never in my life needed anything as I need you.”
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With slightly shaking hands I reached for his shaft, my fingers tightened around his throbbing length. Preston closed his eyes and groaned before gritting his teeth and removing my clever fingers forcibly before he ran his own fingers along the silky curve of my inner thigh, a smile plastered on his face when he heard a gasp of primitive satisfaction from me, and then a moan escape in my mouth as he parted my legs, opened me to him. He kneeled over me. I was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, ravishing. The need inside of him was pounding in his head, wiping every thought but the need to possess me from his mind. As he kneeled between my legs he was unable to resist the lure of my quivering swollen lips. He kissed my lips hard, then the curve of my belly, before his smoky dark eyes meshed with my slumberous golden gaze. He reached between my legs, my body arched in response to the intimate touch, the slic
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His stare make me shiver and then I cried out loud when without a warning he pressed his face against my breast, my back arched as his tongue began to whip slowly across the peaks of my breasts, that still painfully sensitive from our recent intense lovemaking. When he loosed my hands to cup one quivering peak I tangled my fingers in his dark hair, pushing through the ebony strands still damp from our recent exertions to cradle his skull and hold him against me. My hands stayed in his hair when he lifted his head and grinned down at me. "Also there is no point trying to hide from me in a bed this small." The bed was vast but I let it pass. "I wasn't trying to hide," I protested. He arched an ironic brow, making my eyes slide guilty from his. "I was cold." "Cold?" Preston laid his hand possessively on the soft feminine curve
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