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Chapter Fifteen:
With everything taken care of as far as Vasha’s currency exchange and a few impromptu snack runs, we spent the next couple of days together in bed. Sex had always been a feverish event for me in the past. Tearing clothes off and smashing our bodies together in the heat of passion. Once it was over, I’d quickly recover and leave awkwardly. Especially when I was still screwing around with Katie. I just didn’t associate sex with anything special, because I’d never felt that deep connection with anyone before.
Until now.
It wasn’t that way with Vasha at all. I wanted to take my time and explore her every sensitive nerve ending with slow, deliberate attention. My nose craved her natural scent. My lips longed to be pressed against her’s. My mouth watered for her sweetness, that irresistibly sticky honey.
I couldn’t even call our intimacy sex. It was gradual and affectionate, like over filling a glass of ice
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