It wasn’t that he imagined she had any real desire to rip his wits away, not even any true conception that she might. His intent was clear in his mind to give her all she wished, all she wanted - fulfill every desire she had - but to rein himself back and keep himself from falling into the seething cauldron of ravenous desire that surged and swelled between them. In the here and now, in the whirling maelstrom of their passions. As with his hands he sculpted and paid homage, as with his lips he traced and savored, and devotion, heavy and real, grew and burgeoned within him.Īnchored him. The silvery glow bathed her body in pearlescent light, limning limbs impossibly graceful, gilding her lush curves and erotically shading her hollows Jeremy could barely breathe, lungs tight, constricted, as with his eyes he drank in her beauty. To the moonlight spearing through the uncurtained window. Like the tension that invested his features, the hard edge rising passion lent the austere planes, the passionate plundering of his lips and tongue as he, button by button, garment by garment, stripped her.
She let it, went with it, ready and eager to see where he would lead her, what he would show her tonight, yet some small sliver of her mind remained attuned to him, watched and catalogued all the little signs.
Then he accepted her invitation, closed his hands about her breasts, and she suddenly had to break from the kiss and let her head fall back on a gasp.Īs she rode the crest of rising pleasure.Ī pleasure that welled, swelled, and swept her on. To let desire rise up through her body, let it spread beneath her skin and resonate with her heartbeat as she pressed her lips to his. So she had no hesitation in stating her need and inviting him to fulfill it.
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