Marked by Fire & Fang
I whispered, tracing a finger down her bare thigh.
“I’m yours,” she whispered back. “There’s no such thing as too much.”
Her moan when I kissed down her stomach, lower, lower—ignited a growl in my throat. She arched under me, hands in my hair, eyes glazed with need.
“I want you to feel everything,” I said against her skin. “Every thrust, every breath, every promise.”
And she did.
Lily
He made love to me like it was a language—one only our bodies could speak.
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