I'm still on the verge of thinking what will and have to happen on this part...
Maybe it'll go like this...
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He looked at me with his teasing eyes and smirk. I gulped and he worded out the thing he had on mind."Since I can't have a fucking shower," he trailed his eyes on his own body resting on the bed, "you have to wash me. Wipe my body with a damn cloth, from here, " pointing on his lickable throat, "and here, " his muscular chest, "here", hiding delicious abs, " to here", his last words became husky and seductive as his tone became more playful and fingers travelled down to... To... The part which made me gulped even more. I gulped like a fish wanting some water for my drying throat.. I gulped to somehow prevent myself from wanting a taste of that... Of that... P-part...
Gulped...
"YOU have to do this Trisha...", I almost moan on his voice and from the anticipation of touching his body, letting my eyes feast on the sight of him.
" I-I-I... ", what should I say?!
" Come on, love. I feel stinking...", his eyes never turned away from my own and I could feel the intensity of it... Of him...
"B-But---"
"Get that towel, love"
Oh please help me, God!
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I miss the teasing and steamy passion between them... So who wants a steamy session from this two?
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The Devil Who Owns Me
General FictionTrisha is being haunted by her pasts she wanted to forget. They keep coming back and she knows she needed to face them in order to move on. But what if one of it makes her tremble with fear while the other one was with a mix of desire? Can she reall...