She stood so close, her dark brown tresses cascading down her back... The urge to feel their softness was gullible, she stood in his room facing the window, her back to him and he was awestruck by how fragile and small she looked. He prowled towards her, with an intent to get the taste of her, the taste he couldn't forget. Her flowery scent engulfed him as he stood behind her, just an inch away. His hands itched to feel her skin. And giving into his yearning, his large hands landed on her slim waist. She stepped back instinctively as her back pressed to his chest, Catherine let out a soft sigh of bliss and relaxed in his embrace. His hand moved forward as his large palm rested on her belly and he pushed her hips back, she gasped and visibly jolted feeling his hard-on. "Rasmus," she whispered his name in a soft prayer. With a low growl, he turned her around so now she was f
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