"Simon," she whispered in her sleepy voice. "I knew you'd come." I smiled down at her, my hand reaching out to cup her face. "I promised," I said softly. "I never break a promise, especially one made to you when I knew how fucking good you taste." She leaned into my touch, her eyes fluttering shut again as I gently ran my thumb over her lower lip. "Your taste was so good also," she murmured. I placed my lips on her forehead and kissed her. Then to her nose, before finally taking her lips in a soft, gentle kiss. It was different from the one we had shared earlier this one was slow, deliberate, and full of promise. It was a promise of what was to come. Her hand moved to my neck, pulling me closer enough to deepen the kiss. I groaned low in my throat as her tongue met mine, a dance of passion and hunger. I felt her hand slide down my chest while her other fingers worked at the buttons of my pyjama top. My own hands moved to her waist, pulling her up so she was sitting, her legs w
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