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‘What?’

‘You’re not wearing anything under it’ This tih his teeth

‘Of course not, it is hot and I’

He closed his eyes and growled again

‘Definitely grown up,’ he muttered ‘Get off me’

‘But where are you hurt?’

‘I am not hurt Get off me’

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Her fantasy shattered as he heaved, rolling her off hiht in the skirt of her robe and it res, a hard, war to his shirt as if she was being dangled over an abyss He was again a dark shape over her, just his narrowed eyes touched with shards of light

‘I always knew you were trouble’ The words barely ritted teeth ‘I just didn’t kno m’

The as stifled as she raised herself on her elbow and pressed her mouth to his She hadn’t meant to do it, it just happened

It wasn’t what she expected His mouth was smooth and warm like a polished marble statue out in the sun But it was pliant, it pulsed with life, and she couldn’t help shifting her lips against it, tucking her lower lip into the parting, drawn by the warmth of his breath until she reached the moist inner curve