Her breath catches, chest tightening with desire as his hand moves higher and her nightgown hitches up. Her mind feels like its racing and going impossibly slow at the same time, completely consumed by him, and his touch, and his scent, and the taste of him on her lips. Its all she can do to keep breathing between heated kisses and the gentle touch of his hair curling around her fingers.
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Date: 2014-08-12 09:21 pm (UTC)