The heat of his skin, the hardness of him anchoring her to the flesh, the clench of his hands, all of it is sweet and delicious, but it doesn't compare to the wash of emotion pouring over her.
"What would they say if they heard a woman's voice, crying out in pleasure, coming from your quarters, hmm?"
The words are breathless, tight with need, but she can't resist the question.
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"What would they say if they heard a woman's voice, crying out in pleasure, coming from your quarters, hmm?"
The words are breathless, tight with need, but she can't resist the question.