My Brother My Mate
The rumors of the cold playboy seemed like ancient history, replaced with a sort of softness that felt like something out of a fairytale.
My cheeks flushed hot as I recalled how he moved on top of me, gently pulling my thighs to his hips. His fingers had dug softly into my flesh, his breath ruffling my hair as he called out my name. I could still feel the heat of him between my legs, that first crack of pain followed by intense, toe-curling pleasure.
Just thinking about it made me throb.
It had been my first time, and already I wanted more. Even now, as I heard the shower running in the other room, I wanted more of him. I could have stayed in this hotel room all day, just tangled up beneath
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