Stepmoms Secret Vol. 4

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Mckenzie Lee, Angelica Cruz Pic(s)

The heavy velvet curtain shifted, catching the last sliver of moonlight as she stepped into the room, her presence announced by the whisper of silk agat her skin and the faint, intoxicating scent of night-blooming jasmine. His breath hitched as her silhouette moved closer, the darkness doing little to hide the deliberate sway of her hips or the confident grace in her every step. A single, cool finger traced a path from his temple down to the pulse hammering at the base of his throat, a touch so light it was almost a phantom sensation yet it sent a jolt of pure electricity straight to his core. She leaned in, her warmth radiating agat him, and her lips brushed his ear as she murmured something low and unintelligible, the words less important than the husky promise lacing each syllable. His hands found the small of her back, the delicate fabric of her chemise a flimsy barrier agat the heat of her skin, and he could feel the powerful, latent strength in the muscles beneath his palms. Her mouth finally met his, not with hesitation but with a deep, claiming hunger that tasted of dark wine and unspoken secrets, a kiss that demanded surrender and promised oblivion in equal measure. The world narrowed to the slide of her tongue agat his, the press of her body molding to his form, and the soft, desperate sound that escaped her when his fingers tangled in the wealth of her hair. Every rational thought dissolved under the deliberate, slow exploration of her hands as they mapped the tense planes of his back, her nails leaving faint, thrilling trails of sensation in their wake. In that suspended moment, there was only the shared heat, the frantic beat of two hearts syncing, and the profound, aching need to dissolve every last inch of space between them.