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Everything with him is a first
*Senya* At long last he will be mine. Completely. Absolutely. Totally. It is the only thought racing through my mind as he deepens the kiss, thoroughly exploring my mouth as though he has not done so before. He tastes rich and dark, dangerous. Whisky, perhaps. Or brandy. I imagine him lounging in a chair before the fire, slowly sipping and savoring the amber liquid, preparing for when he will do the same with me. The stroke of his tongue over mine is leisurely, yet meticulous. He leaves no aspect of my mouth wanting. His capable hands close over my bottom, squeezes the cheeks there, pushing me up against him, and the hard ridge of his desire presses against my belly. Evidence of his own need for me inflames my passions. He wants me, yearns for me. This will not be a cold, mindless coupl
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