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. Be still, he told her, his voice rough. I want you wet and panting for it, but don tyou move a muscle unless I give you permission. If it was possible, the quivering in her body doubled.He withdrew from her slowly,brought his fingers to his lips, tasting her as she watched him, wanting to beg him to fillher, wanting to wait and see what he did next.He went to her tree, removed severalitems.His jeans hugged his ass and she wanted to grip it under her fingers, feel hisbuttocks clench and release as he thrust into her.Just the thought made her want tosquirm her clit and anus against the cleverly placed knots, but she was frozen by hiscommand, and by the certainty that the slightest movement might send her intoorgasm.He brought back a handful of items, and set them on the table next to her, sathimself on the coffee table before her, spreading his legs so they were outside herclasped ones.31 Joey W.Hill Open your thighs for me, sweetheart, he said. Just until your knees touch theinside of mine. The silk knot slid up higher, pressing upward on her clit, pulling the knot deeperinto her ass.Her constricted breasts jutted out further for his regard. I can smell your cunt, Constance.I like it. He lifted two small icicle ornaments,done in delicate blown glass that caught the lights of the Christmas tree. These arebeautiful, he observed, fingering the wire hooks on them.She could tell what he was going to do, and the anticipation was excruciating, sothat she made small plaintive noises as he leaned forward, cried out again as he workedthe wrap of the wire hooks over her nipples and tightened them.The tips responded tothe pressure of his fingers as well as the wire and the weight of the glass.He picked up a handful of tinsel he d plucked from the branches then and scatteredit over her shoulders, the crown of her hair, smiling at her, bending forward to kiss theside of her breast in a gesture that was oddly tender.She battled back laughter and tearsboth.She d never been so aroused and happy at once, even as her body strained formore of his attention. Look at this. He plucked her digital camera off the table by her purse. Oh, Sam, don t You, Miss Bradwell, aren t in a position to make demands. With a wicked grin, hestepped back, went to one knee.The flash was a quick, blinding moment thatobliterated her view of him.His hand touched her shoulder as she blinked, and he knelt down next to her. Look. The view screen showed a woman decorated and bound in gold and green silkenropes, her breasts high and proud, the sparkle of tinsel on her shoulders and her fall ofhair.There was a soft smile on her lips, her lashes fanning her cheeks, head slightlytilted away.In most pictures, Constance made a funny face or came off looking self-32 Snow Angelconscious.She liked this picture.Ironically, by stripping away everything on theoutside and decorating her as he wished, he had brought forward something fromwithin her.In that picture, for once, she saw some of her true self. Quiet.Intense.Passionate.The real Constance Jayne at last. She lifted her gaze, amazed he spoke her thoughts.Sam pushed her hair from hercheek, threading his fingers in the softness of it with the tinsel, and laid his lips overhers.If he had kissed her roughly, demanding her body s response, it would haveobliged.But this kiss was more, rousing an emotional reaction that swamped thephysical, so that she shivered within and without, wanting him in ways that surpassedthe simple desires of their bodies, as if everything was being reduced to raw need.She knew the illusory danger of intimacy, making her believe more was there.Buttonight was about magic and miracles, and suddenly she truly believed anything waspossible, the way a child at Christmas was supposed to feel, even if that same child wasan adult who knew that Santa Claus might or might not be the figure she had beenraised to believe he was.For tonight, she chose to believe he was
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IndexBrooks, Terry Word 03 Angel Fire East
Christine Young My Angel (epub)
Angel Wagenstein Pięcioksišg Izaaka
Bad Angel całość
Day Sylvia Strażnicy snów 02 Żar nocy
§ Hill Reginald Dalziel i Pascoe 07 Œcięte głowy
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Christie, Agatha Kurtyna
Pedersen Bente Cykl Raija 25 Buntownicy
Steel Danielle Podroz