ALPHA'S RUNAWAY PREGNANT MATE
She rested her head on the gentle slope of the armrest and put one arm high above her head, raising her plump breasts.
He wanted to capture everything, every curve, every line. The dent in her sweet lips, the pout in her nipples, the perfect V at the juncture of her thighs…Mostly he wanted the molten fire in her golden eyes to translate to the canvas.
Her body, tense at first, began to relax as he began to sketch. His hand moved fluidly, shaping her curves, shading the dips and hollows of her body. He drew the fullness of her breasts and ached to cup them. She arched her back as though she knew what portion of her body he was stroking with the pencil, as though she knew and wanted his touch
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