Though she’d had her share of lovers, it had never felt like this. Like she’d been made for the man whose lips consumed her, and he for her. Never had she felt such an insatiable desire that cared not for sleep or obligation or the rising threat of dawn, only for having his body against hers, in hers, his tongue, his fingers, his cock pulling her over the edge so many times she lost count. No matter that it might be to her own ruin.
