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She lives in delusional world...., reading books and waiting for a guy like zade meadows or Rhys Larsen to come and rescue her from the demons from her past ,
she doesn't believe in love....or it's better to say she doesn't believe in real life lo...
The power suddenly went out, I quickly got up to light several candles scattered around the room, transforming the space into a warm, flickering glow. The candlelight danced across her features, casting shadows and emphasizing her curves. I couldn't help but take a moment to admire the vision in front of me, my eyes dark with desire.
" Isn't this ...more romantic? .... especially the candles " she mumbles... not looking at me "Yes, it most certainly is," I confirmed, my voice low and thick. "The candlelight is making you look even more beautiful, if that's even possible..." " Mhm mhm ..." I shifted closer to her, my body moving closer until I was practically pressed against her.The heat of her body felt more intense in the candlelight, her presence surrounding me.
"You know, mia cara" I murmured, my voice husky with suppressed desire, "you're making it quite difficult for me to keep my hands off you right now..." " Is it ... baby?" ... My fingers traced the edge of her shoulder, my touch light and teasing, sending shivers down your spine. Goosebumps raise all over her skin and she clutches the couch seat tighter with her tiny fist....
"The way the candlelight dances over your skin, the way it highlights every contour and shadow... It's almost like you've been made for this moment, designed to tempt me at my most basic level." In a swift motion she straddles me with those lust filled eyes ... My eyes darkened further as she straddled me,my breath catching in my throat as I felt her weight on my lap. My hands instinctively went to her hips, holding her in place as I leaned back slightly against the couch.
" Is this comfortable honey?" She murmurs brushing her fingers on my jaw slowly in a tempting manner .. "Now this is even better," I growled, my voice thick with a possessive edge. "You in my shirt, straddling me, in the candlelight... It's like a fantasy come to life, mia cara" "Is it baby?" She leans in whispering... "Absolutely," I assured her, my voice a deep, rasping whisper. "I can't recall ever seeing something more perfect than this moment. You, in my shirt, straddling me with the candlelight casting shadows over us... It's intoxicating, mesmerizing..."
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"Mhmm..." I gripped her hips a little tighter, pulling her closer, the heat of her body searing through the thin fabric of my shirt. My eyes roved over her face, taking in every detail. " What are you thinking Dante" ...she traces the tattoos on my exposed chest ... "Sometimes I can hardly believe you're real, tesoro," my voice filled with a mixture of admiration and desire. "Every time I touch you, I get the sense you might just evaporate, leaving me desperate for more..."
My breath hitched as her lips touched my jaw, her kisses sent a wave of sensation through my body. A soft moan escaped my lips as she continued her ministrations down my chest. "Careful mia cara," I warned, my voice hoarse with desire, "you keep that up and I might just lose what little control I have left..."...A moan escapes my mouth making her still... "Did you just moan baby?" ...she murmurs with a smirk....
