Luna Wicken
I gasped, my voice barely more than a whisper, my fingers threading through his hair.
He looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire. "Tell me what you want, Luna," he murmured, his voice husky and filled with a need that matched my own.
"I want you," I breathed, feeling ridiculously exposed yet exhilarated by the honesty of my words.
A slow, predatory smile curved Brax's lips, and he resumed his exploration, his hands parting my thighs with a gentle insistence that made my pulse quicken. His touch was both patient and torturous, teasing me until I could scarcely think straight. I felt his breath hot against the most intimate parts of me, and then his mouth was on me, his tongue working magic
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