Three years back...
Maybe it’s the adrenaline overload of having a job where you’re never entirely confident that you’ll live to see the weekend. Maybe it’s the fact that I was wheeling and dealing with a clan of the nastiest warlocks in this zip code before I finished my morning coffee. Maybe it was the baby-eating Lamia who sneered at me from
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The feeling of being inside of her is like nothing else; she's so tight, each slow circle of her hips sending shock-waves of pleasure through me and leaving me burning for her.
"God... yeah, like that..."
I manage to release my too-tight grip on her hip to cup her face when she kisses me, and run my fingers through her hair, holding her close to me. The light of a passing car filters through the slated blinds, illuminating her face and making her eyes glow like some big gorgeous jungle cat for a second.
"You beautiful thing," I whisper, moving with her now, needing every second of this. She's got me captivated, under her thrall, and I doubt she even knows it. She could make me her slave with just the right words.
Funny how this night's turning out...
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