| she opened to his touch beneath the rose �
he trailed across her midnight skin watching velvet petal tongues taste pale woman flesh. he teased her into heat, watching as it slid, soft and warm, over every rising, falling curve lighting fires reaching for explosion in the wake. he dragged a single thorn, talon sure and sharp, barely touching surface skin of aching breast, over belly and soft trembling flank to inner thigh, thin white tracks binding her with spirit rope to his control and she strained in other silken bonds to accept the pleasure:pain of his command. he brought her slowly to the edge and held her tightly, there, balanced on a long stemmed rose, submission and his will to strip her soul to stars, burning for release when he would take her deep and wild into hisflame. he smiled softly when at last he breathed allowance for the final spilling of their senses into groaning oneheat � |
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