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was so long the head met her c**t again, kissed it there with the sweetest touch. She felt like she was coming every time his hips moved. She snaked her hands below, cupping herself, cupping him, her fingers working around him through their combined lust—touching the crown, reaching back down his stem as her hips surged with his.Kane cursed, a gravelly sound of lust. Sasha's hips moved into the bed and she guided him to where she wanted him.

With a snap of his hips, he moved the beautiful thing away. His legs trapped hers together even tighter, keeping his c**k in that snug crack instead of where she wanted it.

His name became a pleading chant on Sasha’s lips as his mouth went back to its torment down her spine and over her ribs. He spent forever on every mark and scar he found, lavishing kisses and bites.

His desire poured over her like scented oil. He massaged it into her skin and bones.

Then he was moving pillows, lifting her to her knees, and his mouth followed that crease in her butt. Sasha was too lost to feel self-conscious or outraged. He licked and tasted, and she made noises that she didn't know she could make.

His teeth were gentle and dangerous as he nuzzled deep, his tongue long and seeking. He tasted inside of her, lapping and prodding. It was a minute's work of rhythmic probing, and she made more slick for him.

Once, twice, he filled her with his