Wicked
Reagan Foxx, Derrick Pierce Pic(s)
The air itself seemed to shimmer with a new density, thick with the scent of warm skin and the lingering ghost of perfume. His fingers, tracing a path from the delicate curve of her shoulder down the elegant line of her spine, felt like the first drops of rain after a long drought, each touch a promise of the coming storm. A soft, involuntary sigh escaped her lips as she arched into his palm, the sound a quiet melody that harmonized perfectly with the low rumble of approval in his chest. The world beyond their tangled limbs dissolved into an indistinct blur, the only reality being the heat radiating from where their bodies met and melded. He lowered his mouth to the sensitive hollow of her throat, his breath a searing brand that made her pulse leap in frantic, joyous rhythm beneath his lips. Her own hands explored the landscape of his back, learning the contours of muscle that shifted and tightened with his every movement, a map of pure strength held in check. The slide of silk agat bare skin was a whisper of friction, a delicious contrast to the firm, possessive pressure of his thigh between hers. In that suspended moment, every glance was a conversation, every touch a vow, a silent understanding that this convergence was as inevitable as the tide meeting the shore. A profound and perfect alignment of two souls, igniting a fire that promised to burn long into the night.
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