The Mysterious Affair

have heard the vulnerability in

ourage, she laid her fingertips on the bristly plane of his cheek, u

d on her mouth

at she nearly cried out. He whispered her name

mouth. " Betty…. Sweet Betty. You

circles around the boundary of h

e peaks. She longed to drag his hands heavy against her selling fullness, for

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And yet again. Lightning shot through her, centred there at those dusky crowns. She hadn't realised

re she ached, what she wanted

on't you? Ah, but

ough her, even as her mind baulked. No, she thought haz

t. Never had she dreamed he might kiss her there? As if in anticipation, her nipples peaked a

e wicked "Ahh, but there's m

ue boldly came out to touch the swelling peak, leaving and curling, teasing and sucking…… a sharp stab of pure sensation tore thro

in every mind-stealing caress. She felt her senses widen, expanding like a frail spring blossom beneath the heat of a noonday sun, opening to welcome him

arching into his hands and mouth as if he were all that she craved. Her blind Acceptance of his every caress sent his ardour spiralling. His blood was boiling, his ro

it would

n't stop him. His mouth gauged the wildly raging pulse at the base of her throat. He buried his fingers in the flaming cu

er of her hands u

said fain

ed into her mouth. "Just let me touch you…" he kissed her endlessly, allowin

t to seek the bud hidden deep within. It was there he now worked his magic, circling and skimming that taunt kernel of his, loving the way her breathing hasten

to taste the spicy tang of her essence full upon his tongu

with the response she couldn't withhold nearly splintered him apart. The thought of thrusting deep and hard within her velvet heat was

hers, guiding small, dainty fingers down his chest, grazing the plane of his belly, unfaltering in its

of my desire for you. No weapon here,

eap. Pitched into feverish awareness, Betty couldn't tear her eyes from his face. His words were shatt

. The cords of his neck stood out. Only then d