Misc. Erotica The Nine Nights

[shailu4ever]

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His heart skipped. It was as if the world around him disappeared for that one breath, that one instant.
 
“God... she’s perfect.” He felt an overwhelming rush of need. “So beautiful. So soft. So fucking mine.”
 
He paused, his lips hovering just above the valley between her breasts, his breath shuddering as he inhaled deeply, pulling in the heady mix of salt, sweat, and her — a scent that was entirely her, intoxicating and uniquely hers.
 
It wasn’t just the physical scent that overwhelmed him; it was the feeling of her skin, warm and soft beneath his lips, the subtle curve of her breasts beneath the delicate lace, a delicate yet undeniable promise.
 
The mingling of sweat and sea air clung to her skin like a signature, an imprint that only she could carry. His senses were flooded with it — this raw, primal scent that made his head spin and his pulse race.
 
In that moment, nothing else mattered.
Not the game.
Not the chase.
 
Just the heat between them, the electricity that passed through his veins with every shallow breath, every inch closer he came to her. The air around them felt thick, almost tangible, as if it, too, was holding its breath, waiting for what was about to unfold.
 
“I want to devour her. Right here. Right now.”
 
His hands were poised, ready to touch her, to claim her, but he didn’t. Not yet. He was patient. He wanted to savor this moment — the feeling of her body beneath his, the intimacy, the tension, the weight of everything unsaid hanging between them.
 
The heat of her body pressed against him, sending waves of need crashing through him, but he held back. He wasn’t ready to let go just yet. She was worth this wait.
 
Her voice, husky, broke the silence, a low murmur that wrapped itself around him like a caress. “Your turn.”
 
The words sent a shiver straight through his spine, a visceral reaction to the desire in her tone. It was as if she had just broken some invisible barrier between them, a barrier he hadn’t even known existed until it shattered in an instant.
 
His breath hitched in his throat, and for a moment, he could hardly move. His body burned with a need so fierce, so urgent, it almost hurt. But then, as if the heat of her words had ignited something deeper, he stood up, slowly pulling her with him, never breaking eye contact.
 
“That voice... I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.” His thoughts raced, wild and free, caught between his desire for her and the restraint he was still holding on to.
 
The pull between them was magnetic, undeniable. It was as though every glance, every shared breath carried an unspoken promise of what was to come — a promise neither of them could resist. 

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