24. Markella
His lips on my collarbone felt electric. His hands holding me up against the wall felt on fire. And I… I in all of this was like a jell-o, all soft and boneless from the hungry kisses he left on my skin. This was insane. I don't want to sound like a w***e, but I was with men before, but neither came even close to how he could make me feel. Everything he did, the kisses, touches, said exactly how experienced he was, and in my head I thanked all those women he had before, because Oh—My-Goddess the man can move like a bedroom animal, and I'm happy to play the role of his prey. We started off yesterday when all the emotions of the evening settled down and the next steps were planned. The first time with him was slow. So excruciatingly slow and sensual that I still shiver just thinking abou
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