“Who do you belong to?” I asked, stroking him lazily. His eyes seemed to glow a shade brighter at the demand. “You,” he answered breathlessly. “Only you. Forever.” “Good.” I slid my mouth down his chest. “I want you throbbing.” My hand stroked in unison with my words, drawing a mangled gasp from him as my teeth pinched his skin. “I want you aching.” Another kiss and nip as I sank lower, tracing the dips of his abs. My knees bent until they touched the floor, and I glanced up at him from beneath hooded lashes. “I want you desperate.”
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