She touched her fingers to his lips, so soft, warm, and wet from their kiss. “Amara… Baby… We have to talk…” he insisted, trying to focus on the issue at hand, and not on her sexual advances. "No, darling… We don’t!” Amara countered. “All I want now is to be with you, Reece. I want to feel your hands touching me, your mouth on my breasts, my belly, my thighs. I want your tongue on my sex… I need you, deep inside of me." Her request was explicit and shameless, but she didn't care. Being brutally honest with Reece was the only way she could make him understand the fierce need to be possessed by him. Not gently, but physically branded, so she knew she belonged to him and no one else. "Make me your love slave, Reece" she whispered huskily, tempting and teasing him with a reminder about their bet at the bar. “Tonight, make me yours in every way possible or imaginable.” His breathing deepened, his nostrils flared, and Amanda watched in pure female fascinat
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