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He licked the aching tips as if he were testing their rigidness, their plu her without words howeyes what she liked

Pia arched her chest into his ers into his nape to keep his mouth at her breast, and then flushed at her own shameless abandon Eyes dark, Raphael noted it She closed her eyes

Every sensation waskaleidoscope of colors burst behind her closed lids, as if her every sense was on the verge of explosion, of new birth

The rough, sucking sounds he ed frohs

And suddenly hisher desolate

Her eyes flew open, her breath serrated

His eyes gleamed with possessive wickedness, a feral satisfaction “I wish I could show your face to you now, mia cara Your eyes are so wide that they drown your face, your mouth is pink and swollen fro and marred already with my attentions…

“Shall I carry you to the mirror, Pia?” His eyes held hers, a thousand unsaid desires in the in There would be nothing of her that he didn’t touch, that he didn’t take Nothing he didn’t own “Shall I show you what I see? How beautiful you are?”

She opened her eyes, saw his nostrils flare And blushed hot when she sensed the scent of her arousal thick in the air A hs, he leaned over on an elbow

“There is nothing shameful about what you feel for me, tesoro About what you need froid nipple and pulled, and Pia jerked She clutched her thighs tight as sensations zoomed and coalesced there As if there was a direct connection between her nipples and the shockingly wet place between her thighs

His broad palain under another pull of his wickedher the pressure she craved

His fingers opened her up, a wicked saze captive, his sculpted ers drew , spreading the dampness

And then his finger was inside her, stretching her