Haunting Romantics
His reaction was immediate.
The moan that tore from him filled the room, echoing softly off the walls as his hips jerked upward in surprise. Her thumb brushed across the damp evidence gathered at the tip, circling slowly, spreading it along his skin, and the sensation of it against her awareness made something inside her hum with satisfaction.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his muscles tightening visibly beneath his skin as tension gathered in his body.
She watched, transfixed, as she slowly unraveled his composure. Her hand grew slick with his arousal, gliding more easily with each movement, and she settled into a steady rhythm that matched the rolling motion of his hips as they lifted instinctively t
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