Under His Care
she whimpered as his mouth traveled down her jaw, biting softly at the sensitive pulse point on her neck, eliciting a sharp, breathless moan from her lips.
The heat in the small room became suffocating. The friction of their skin, the scent of desire, and the rhythmic, heavy thumping of their hearts turned the modest bed into a sanctuary of pure, unadulterated passion. Percy’s fingers slid lower, finding the damp warmth between her thighs. Celle arched her back with a loud gasp, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her hips instinctively moving against his touch.
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