I gaze upon her, this woman who dug her claws into me and never let go. I drag my fingers along her body, introducing her to my touch this way. A touch that only belongs to a man determined to own a woman’s body for the moments she’ll allow him to. Slowly, I make my way around to the end of the table and move onto the other foot, dragging my fingers gently along every inch of her beautiful body, causing her to wiggle and squirm under my touch. “Do you know how long I’ve waited to have you . . . just like this?” She moans, and it’s the only answer I need. Because I get it; I’m overwhelmed by her, too. We’re unleashed in a way we haven’t been before.


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