Chapter 77
She pushed her down, with her hands on his shoulders. She was strong, like a gymnast. Urgent and energetic and lithe on top of her. He was lost. They finished filmed in sweat in a tangle of sheets. She was pressed against her. He could feel her heart hammering on his chest. Her hair was in his mouth. He was breathing hard. She was smiling. Her face was tucked into his shoulder and he could feel the smile against his skin. The shape of her mouth, the cool of her teeth. The impatient curve in the muscles of her cheek. She was beautiful in a way he couldn't describe. She was tall and lean and graceful, and blond and faintly tanned and she had spectacular hair and eyes. But she was more than that. She was shot through with energy and will and passion. Crackling with restless intelligence, lik
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