The Lost Royal
he growled, before he caught my earlobe between his teeth, nibbling and sucking gently, making me tense and gasp softly again.
Haden smiled, stroking my cheek with his thumb and leaning closer, "Let us make you feel good," he pleaded, moving his hand down over the outside of my leggings this time, as his lips found mine again. His kiss was tender once more, slow and soft, and irresistible. He took his time, making me want more, as his fingers wandered, until one pressed more firmly, right in a spot that made me moan. I tensed, reaching for his hand again, but Saxon grabbed both of mine, "Easy," he whispered in my ear, "Let yourself enjoy it."
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