Luna Diana
“Breathe, honey.”
She chuckled. “Quit talking and get to business.”
“Pleasure, woman.”
“Hmm, you don’t have to tell me.” Her fingers massaged his back muscles, kneading and stroking.
Shifting his body higher, he moved his mouth over her heated skin, across the collarbone, higher, to the hollow of her throat.
“Oh, Caleb,” she said, her voice washing over him like a heated spring, filling the emptiness. She arched her body against his, parting her legs, urging him on. Offering herself to him like a siren of the sea.
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