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Mila
His words echoed in my head as he claimed my mouth, and my body melted into him, needing more. So much more.
“Vigil,” I whispered against his mouth, and he pressed two fingers deep inside my emptiness, the rough pads of those tips finding what no man had before. “Oh, God.” I tore my mouth from his and tipped my head back, gasping for breath as he played me like a fine harp and him the master of its strings.
He latched onto my neck, the springy hairs of his beard soft yet abrasive, sending tingles across my skin and tightening every muscle in my body. “f**k, wildcat.” He pumped his fingers slowly in and out of my sopping core while tasting every inch of my neck, lifting me higher with the hand beneath my a*s to get to my breasts.
“f**k,” he muttered again, burying his face in m
