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To sleep with the devil

Meena’s POV

He inhaled my scent and closed his eyes. He let my hands go and touched my cheeks gingerly as he continued to trail down my face carefully like he was an artist who painted on canvas. Wherever his fingers trailed, I felt my skin was burning and about to crack open under his touch. His touch was warm yet light like a feather, causing tingles of pleasure and gooseflesh to ripple throughout my body and hit me right down to my core. He then pressed his soft, warm, ripened and edible lips against mine while gently rubbing, licking and teasing mine, asking for access to deepen our kiss. He tasted like mint, fresh and alluring yet warm, wet and soft. His minty body scent mixed with sandalwood cedar and musk saturated all my senses.

An unwilling moan escaped from my mouth as I surrendered to desire, which pulsated through every atom of my essence. No, this is not lust. This is greater than desire. This is a pure thrill and bliss caused by innocent and divine, outworldly love. Thi
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