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HE WAS PERFECTION 💞
Rose awakened about an hour after dawn to that familiar intoxicating scent of coconuts and lemon -cocolemon.
She unconsciously nuzzled closer to it, wanting to get more of that scent, of him.
He was asleep on his back, with her, sprawled half over him, and him cradling her to his body.
She inhaled as she listened to the rhythm of his heart beat.
He was asleep.
She was sure of it. She let her eyes trailer lower, staring desirably at his eight stone ABs.
She swallowed softly at the passion inebriating sight.
She tentatively twirled her hands over his smooth chest, without trepidation.
She took delight in tracing the grooves and magnificent contours of his masculine chest.
She was loving the feel of his smooth skin, the warmth of his beautiful body and the feel of her fingers on him, gliding smoothly across his chest.
Infact, she was intoxicated with the thrill of it, loved it to stupor.
She traced the contoured lanes created by his hard eight stone PACs, slowly, savouring.
She was deeply imprinting the shape of him somewhere in her mind, imprinting herself on him.
Want built steadily in her as her hands dipped lower, yearning to touch and explore more of the forbidden territories.
'I oh so like the way you rouse me from slumber sweet Rose,' he mused with a soft chuckle.
She jerked back instantly, shocked.
But, she was stopped from moving more than three inches by his arms which held her around her waist, tightly, restraining her.
His voice had startled her because she had thought he was asleep, or mayhap she had awakened him by chance.
Oh God!
She hadn't known that he would awaken.
He had looked to her as if he was sleeping really soundly, deeply.
She felt... embarrassed?
Oh yes, she felt just that way added with streaks of thorough frustration.
Of course she should for she had been caressing her enemy.
Wait!
Was he?
Was he really her enemy?
She didn't know anymore, confused.
Well, she didn't have time to dwell on it for he called her then, bringing her out of it.
'Mine,' He whispered as his arms drew patterns on her back, stroking her senseless, spiking her latent desire vehemently.
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