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The Forbidden Nectar PT. 2

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David watched her, his hand still resting on her shoulder, feeling the subtle tremor that ran through her. Tight, huh? he’d murmured, playing the concerned stepfather, but his mind was a coiled spring, every nerve ending hyper-aware.

He wasn’t as oblivious as she thought. Not by a long shot. He’d seen the way her eyes lingered, the way her body subtly shifted when he entered a room, the almost imperceptible hitch in her breath when he brushed past her. He’d felt the insidious pull himself, a dark, forbidden current that ran beneath the surface of their domestic life, a current he’d ruthlessly suppressed for years.

But tonight, it was different. Tonight, it was screaming. He could practically feel the heat radiating from her, a raw, animal warmth that seeped into his palm from her thin t-shirt. Her scent, a mix of sweet innocence and something musky, primal, was intoxicating.

And those nipples… he’d seen them, pushing against the fabric, dark and rigid, practically begging for attentio
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