Misc. Erotica The Nine Nights

[shailu4ever]

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Her heat seeped into him, and for a fleeting moment, he wished the world would stop so he could savor it.
 
Their gazes locked, and for a long, silent moment, they simply breathed together.
 
His chest rose and fell with a primal hunger; her chest did the same.
 
The rhythm of their breathing was a quiet symphony, a perfect echo of the storm building inside him. His weight on top of her felt like a delicious pressure, a claim, but there was something more. Something undeniable in the way their hearts pounded, side by side.
 
“She feels it too,” he thought. The feeling that went beyond mere lust. Something deeper, darker.
 
“Caught you,” he murmured, his voice low, rough with desire, the words slipping from his lips as though he couldn’t contain them any longer. His breath grazed her ear, the sound of his voice a soft caress against her skin. He didn’t need to say more. The words were a promise.
 
Her chest rose and fell beneath him, her breath coming in shallow gasps, and when she finally spoke, her voice was playful, still breathless from the chase. “Cheater,” she gasped, her lips curling into a radiant smile. “You used your doctor strength.”
 
A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest, the sound thick with something hungry and satisfied. Her words, playful and teasing, only fueled the fire already smoldering in him.
 
His gaze dropped to her shirt, the fabric clinging to the soft swell of her breasts, the buttons waiting to be undone. Each button was a temptation, each one a promise.
 
“All’s fair in love and war,” he responded, his voice dipping deeper, more primal, as his fingers hovered just above her shirt, aching to touch her, to claim her piece by piece.
 
His eyes darkened, a wicked gleam lighting them. He leaned down, closer, his breath hot against her ear. “This game has only just begun,” he whispered. “And I plan to win. All.”
 
His fingers itched with anticipation, but he didn’t move just yet. He held her there, his body a barrier between her and the world, his hands hovering just above her skin. The heat of their closeness was enough to send his pulse racing.
 
He could feel the tension building again, like a bowstring stretched too tight. Every muscle in his body screamed to act, but he held back. He would make her wait.
 
Her body, soft and warm beneath him, was all he could think about.
 
He wanted her.
He had to have her.
But first, the game. 
 
The Game of Chase – Chase for her

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