VampiricTouch
Cold Selfish Bitch
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- Dec 18, 2008
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Her pulse thrummed frantically under the passing trail of his lips. It drew the stammering shudder of gasps through her lips, breaking into a whimper of sound as his hand caressed her.
His hands were rough, made calloused by the toils of war. But it was the rougher grain of his fingertips that drew her closer to him, that made her body shudder as the pad of his thumb grazed the sensitive tip of her nipple. His touch made her into something different. Something that resonated within her, something primal.
He assaulted her senses. The exchange of kisses, the grazing of teeth, the lurid dance of his breath.... it was a bewildering barrage that left her shaken. Gasping for breath, and crying out for more. The rough chafe of his stubble against the sensitive peak of her nipple tangled dangerously with the soothing tenderness of his lips... breath... and wreaked havoc.
She needed him.
The need had kindled so violently inside, her body would not forgive, would not relent until it was satisfied. Her hands held tight to him. Her fingers nested into the strands of his hair while her back arched to offer her nipple to his lips. Their eyes met. The desperation, the plea, her need filled the space between them.
Her legs had spread beneath his weight. Under the overwhelming desire to be closer, to be part of him, they splayed open to draw against the corded muscles of his thighs. Her legs wrapped around him as he leaned in. Her heels dug into ass. A desperate attempt to pull him closer...
His hands were rough, made calloused by the toils of war. But it was the rougher grain of his fingertips that drew her closer to him, that made her body shudder as the pad of his thumb grazed the sensitive tip of her nipple. His touch made her into something different. Something that resonated within her, something primal.
He assaulted her senses. The exchange of kisses, the grazing of teeth, the lurid dance of his breath.... it was a bewildering barrage that left her shaken. Gasping for breath, and crying out for more. The rough chafe of his stubble against the sensitive peak of her nipple tangled dangerously with the soothing tenderness of his lips... breath... and wreaked havoc.
She needed him.
The need had kindled so violently inside, her body would not forgive, would not relent until it was satisfied. Her hands held tight to him. Her fingers nested into the strands of his hair while her back arched to offer her nipple to his lips. Their eyes met. The desperation, the plea, her need filled the space between them.
Her legs had spread beneath his weight. Under the overwhelming desire to be closer, to be part of him, they splayed open to draw against the corded muscles of his thighs. Her legs wrapped around him as he leaned in. Her heels dug into ass. A desperate attempt to pull him closer...
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