My hips rock against hers, the heat of her legs blazing along my skin as they wrap around my waist. Heat… pressure… bliss…
Her soft hands trail up my back, and I press my body against hers, our lips meeting as I taste the salt of her skin. A light sheen of perspiration makes her face shimmer; her breath is panting.
My own lungs are motionless; still, her scent infuses me, the fragrance of her blood and her arousal driving me mad.
I need to taste her.
I turn my head and bite in frustration, my mouth filling with feathers.
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