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With Da As soon as he has fastened the other shoe, he puts round Because of the heels, my knees now rise above the bench, whichthe man in front of me an even ainst my bare knee Then he leans in and brushes his lips over the sensitive skin on the inside of h I shiver fro the sensation thatto me" Damien’s voice is low and his breath uponthat I have to closeto touch you--not yet But I don’t have the strength to deny myself the taste of you"

"Yes" It is the only word I can ht then it is the only word that entle kisses along the insides of hs

"Up," he says, as he pushes at the skirt I rise off the bench and he lifts the skirt over ainst the warm leather bench His hands are still on ently strokes the worst of my scars The one where I’d cut too deep and been too scared to go to the ER I’d fixed lue I’d survived, but the scar now acts as a hideous ree that had put it there in the first place

Between ry scar "You are so beautiful," heand beautiful, and mine"

I treht, but I still fear that th is like a rubber band Stretch me too far, and I will snap

I can’t worry about that now, though I can’t think about anything except the brush of Daainst s

Gently, he urges ly, almost desperately I need him now--need to lose myself in his touch--and Damien does not disappoint I feel his breath uponand falling, ainst the knit sweater

He teases s and ht and try not to squirh, and when I do, that wonderful, da sex I am so wet, so turned on, and just that tiny bit of friction is enough to shoot electricity all throughtheround and her I want ue flicks gently overback, ht dent the fra aso on forever, and I squeezeto ensure that he never stops, or trying to make hiht of pleasure

I feel the stubble of his beard against, and twine ht then, I need his arms around hly pull hi hi the taste of me upon his lips

"Take me to bed," I plead mo-starved refugee, I a my fill "Please, take me to bed," I repeat

"Not yet," Daoing to take you out"