"He places a hand on my
labouring chest, just one finger brushing the top of my cleavage;
it glides faintly around the edge of my top. I sit perfectly still, meeting his
eyes and stare intensely at his hunger, his hand glides up my neck and grips my throat as though he wants to
control it."
Heating up for Valentines Day or just the weekend!
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