Twisted Fate
His kisses moved over my stomach, leaving fire in their wake, until he reached my core.
I arched into him, a moan breaking free as his tongue worked over me, his fingers joining in a rhythm that unraveled me piece by piece. My hand tangled in his hair, the pressure building until it spilled over in a rush of pleasure that made me cry out his name.
Aleksander moved up my body, his lips claiming mine, his chest rising hard against mine. He was down to his boxers, his eyes searching mine for permission.
“I want you to stay,” I whispered, my cheeks flushed with the weight of my words.
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