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It was with the sudden warmth of his as though his clutch was the only A journey that leads to thin fabric, the last mountain before the home. He

mouth that I gasp, alleviated from anchor tethering me to this world, brushes against nerve endings that seemed to search for him and I gasp,
the excruciating need whilst his soft my existence numb to worries that starved for the warmth of his body whilst I beg for more. He leans over
lips devour the peak of my breast. exceed this moment. With a faint my tender frame, feathering his warm lips over mine - just a breath away
Heat radiates from his body as he protest, I reach for the restraint from colliding. He pushes against me like waves onto sand, discarding
hovers over mine, mouth parting of our sheets, fisting the material his game as our bodies crash into each other time and time again. So
in awe as he slides his tongue in an attempt to stay grounded natural and heavenly, it was as if our souls collided long before we had.
over taut peaks that pulse for his away from his hold. He returns my
attentive stroke. The contrast of his objections with a low, soft hush and It became apparent that whilst under his spell, with eyes forced closed,
heat against my cool chest sends I could feel his smirk as he walks I had never been more free. To feel him through an entirely new form,
shivers of pleasure coursing down around the bed, lifting something indulging the metaphysical experience of uniting as one; it became clear
my spine and I wonder if this could from the side table. As I sense his that this was more than another sexual encounter.

parallel to paradise, unfaltering close proximity, I inhale the scent
in the belief that no others were of him, noting that I had never Behind a blinding crutch, exploring each other without the distractions of
as destined to find each other as appreciated his aroma as much as I appearance or morality. This was true intimacy, in its purest form. And this
we. A divine burn upon my skin, had in this moment. To have only my was euphoria, through every sense of our own.
echoing where he places his teeth. sense of smell to distinguish his being
A ravishing groan, vibrating over quickly became a power I basked
my skin as he silently vows that I in. I amount in a delicious mixture Stephanie West is a South-
will always be his. I squirm beneath of curiosity and arousal, aching to Australian based author,
his touch, shallow whimpers falling know what he had planned for me specialising in Erotic Literature

from my throat whilst he revels in next - needing to feel him against and Romantic Depiction.
a patient indulgence, discovering me once more. With her self-published
every inch of me like it were the first fiction and growing online
time. Fumbling his hands along my Inhaling sharply as he trails a soft platform, Stephanie West has
torso, his palms cradle my breasts tickle of something I had never collaborated with various
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Kissing and stroking along my chest, arising from the sensations as the taking her readers on a wild
light scratches from his stubbled jaw fluffy texture of a soft feather trickles ride as she makes waves in
leave a warm ghost of his presence down my neck and chest. He paints the world of steamy stories.
long after he had moved on. over every part of me and I fall
further into an elevation of my own.

As he lifts himself from my frame, As light as the tool he caressed me
I become painfully aware of the with, I am certain that I could drift
sudden space between us. It felt endlessly in his breeze.