Tainted Whispers
His palms slid over her ribcage, his thumbs sweeping across her skin with a possessive heat that made her blood boil.
When his hands moved higher, cupping her full, aching bosoms, Serena arched her back off the bed with a soft moan. Victor groaned deeply against her throat, his thumb rubbing over the peak of her chest through the thin bra. The physical awareness in the room was scorching, an intoxicating fire that grew hotter with every passing second. He leaned down, his mouth replacing his fingers, sucking and kissing the soft flesh of her chest with a frantic, unhinged hunger that made her head spin. Serena’s chest heaved against him, her skin flushing a bright, beautiful red as she felt
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