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Rosalie

My breath was coming in short, fast intakes. My heart hammering as I come down from my orgasm.

Alex’s lips continuing their lazy assault as they wonder up and down the length of my neck.

“Go and kneel on the edge of the bed.” He whispers, his voice taking on a husky edge, his eyes weighing heavy on me as they peer at me over my shoulder and through the thick locks of my red hair in the mirror. I couldn’t help but notice how flushed and wanton I looked. The perfect picture of a woman in lust.

Although he had all but crippled me with his touch, he had left me wanting more. The evidence of his own arousal sitting heavy against my backside.

With one last kiss to the shoulder, he pushes me gently in the direction of the bed.

With three unsteady steps, I do as he asks, and kneel on the bed, my feet dangling off the edge waiting in anticipation for what was to come.

He wasted no time in getting his clothes off. The sound of fabric being ripped over his head and thrown to the