Misc. Erotica The Nine Nights

[shailu4ever]

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“Courage? This… this is desire.”
 
Her challenge was the final push he needed.
 
He leaned in, his lips capturing hers lips in a kiss that was nothing like the gentle, tentative ones they had shared before. This was a kiss of pure, unadulterated hunger. It was deep, demanding, and possessive.
 
He poured every ounce of his longing, every frustrated hour of the night, into that kiss, and she met him with a fire of her own. Her lips parted under his, her tongue meeting his in a slow, sensual dance that was both a promise and a prelude.
 
“I’m lost in her. Completely. And I won’t ever want to be found.”
 
 
 
As they kissed, his hand continued its worship. He gently squeezed the soft flesh of her breast in his palm, feeling her moan vibrate through his chest.
 
“She feels like this for me… only me,” he thought, a shiver running down his spine.
 
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her jaw, her throat, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin, marking her as his. His other hand came up to tangle in her hair, holding her head in place as he explored the delicate column of her neck.
 
“I could stay here forever,” he breathed inwardly, lost in the warmth of her skin.
 
Even partially covered, her chest held a poetic elegance. The gentle curves beneath the shirt, the soft suggestion of fullness, and the natural symmetry created a vision that seemed almost untouchable.
 
Each movement she made shifted the fabric just so, a subtle dance of light and shadow that drew him in. “Every inch of her is a marvel… I could study her forever,” he breathed, mesmerized.
 
The slight tension of the fabric over her peaks, the way it molded to her shape without revealing everything, made his admiration sharper, almost sacred. There was a tender vulnerability in the way she allowed herself to be seen this way, and it stirred in him a protective awe.
 
“I’ve never felt such reverence… for someone’s beauty and trust at once,” he thought, hands trembling slightly.

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