Blue-Blooded
The scent of her need filled the room, and he snapped his head up to meet her soft gaze.
"Sapphira." His moan was guttural, and he watched with predatory stillness as she slid her hips towards him. A desperate mewl escaped her lips, a sound that she had never made before that made her cheeks flush.
"Sapphira," he said again. "As much as I would love to make you scream and writhe underneath me," his eyes darkened, and he flicked his tongue over the inside of her thigh, "I believe you requested a story."
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