Chapter ThirteenI lay her down upon the bed and flipped her over onto her tummy. My fingers, as swift and as nimble as thieves in the night, quickly unbuttoned her dress. I pulled the dress apart to reveal a thin sliver of her precious white skin. My hands entered the dress and caressed the skin, pulling the dress further apart to reveal her shoulder blades. My tongue found her spine and chartered its course, sending a shiver of pleasure down her back. I pulled the dress further apart still. It resisted, but I was not to be denied. I ripped the dress and it surrendered her shoulders, white skin, slender, freckled. I kissed her shoulders, brushed away her hair and kissed the back of her neck, and let my tongue caress her ear. “Oh my sweetness,” I whispered, “my dearest Holly.”
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