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— 𖤐 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐇𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 :
We can't seem to stop kissing.
God, I love the way he kisses me, like he never wants to let go of my lips.
He doesn't just kiss my lips, he devours them with insatiable hunger.
Zayran doesn't kiss, he claims.
He doesn't even allow me a moment to catch my breath before his mouth is meshed with mine again, his hands exploring my body desperately.
Still kissing me madly, his strong lean fingers gently trace my bare shoulders, slipping the thin silk strap down from one shoulder, then the other.
Wrenching his mouth away from mine, he plants a trail of kisses from my shoulder blade to my neck, then slowly licks his way up to the side of my neck, where he bites and sucks hard like a damn vampire.
He skillfully moves his mouth all over my throat and the side of my neck, kissing, biting, and sucking, making sure that my entire throat is painted with his dark marks.
I shut my eyes and sink my teeth into my swollen bottom lip to muffle a moan.
He moves downward, his lips trail kisses along my collarbone, down to the delicate curve of my cleavage.
The silk straps of my nightgown gently rest on my forearms, my breasts still partially covered by the thin fabric of the gown.
He softly smooches the swell of each breast, before his lips find my hardened nipple, he places a kiss on it before drawing it into his hot mouth through the thin material and sucking with a hungered urgency.
His other hand seeks out the twin peak of my other nipple, applying a tantalizing pressure that sends a wave of pleasure coursing straight between my legs.
I sink my teeth on my already assaulted bottom lip, hard. So hard that I'm sure I'll draw blood.
He releases my nipple only after gently biting it, then moves upward.
His thumb presses against my bottom lip, freeing them from my teeth.
"Open those kissable lips for me, like a good girl, and let me hear your voice." He husks against my parted lips.
He trace his fingers along my cleavage, then hooks it on the gown's fabric.
"I want nothing between us, no barriers, not even fucking clothes."
Growling these words, he pulls the fabric down, revealing my breasts completely for his intense gaze.
He then stands with me in his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist.
