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Heidi *Bookwyrm Babe, Voyeur of Covers, Caresser of Spines, Unashamed Smut Slut, the Always Sleepy Wyrm of the Stacks, and Drinker of Tea and Wine*
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It was a Knowing. One that came from two souls touching and finding they were made up of similar threads, similar dust and bones.
<3
drank in the heat in his gaze,
Heat of his gaze * sounds better
His eyes darkened as he pushed from the wall, gliding toward her, threat enough. He paused only a hair’s breadth away, placing a hand against the wall by her head. She was cocooned in his solid form, his familiar heady scent, felt the pulse of his gifts at the surface of his skin. Hot and inviting.
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“You consume every part of my heart
“Interesting people do not come from easy living,”
If Kattiva didn’t flaunt who she was everywhere she went, she wouldn’t put our club in such danger.”
Really dude
Perfection is a made-up construct. It is much like time: it cannot be held, and only fools would waste sands falling in an attempt to try.”
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“Yes,” declared Arabessa. “That’s exactly what I’ll do.” “I beg your pardon?” “You need a good spanking, Collector.” She pulled at his arm, attempting to spill him onto her lap. “Absolutely not.” Zimri jumped back, nearly knocking the nearby table and glass of water over. “The only spanking happening will be from me to you when you beg for it.”
“Good boy,” said Arabessa, taking the empty cup to place it back on the table. Zimri glared at her. “I shall not be patronized in my own home.” “I apologize.” There was a hint of a smile in her voice. “I’m just so very proud of you for drinking all of your water.”
“No one said anything about knives being allowed,” he protested. “Knives are always allowed.” “Noted for next time.”
“I want to feel you in me,” she whispered, setting loose Zimri’s own groan. “A request I will never deny.” His voice was a silky rumble as he moved against her, slow, teasing. “So wet for me,” he said through gritted teeth.
