The Specimen
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His thumb brushed the curve of my breast through the thin fabric, circling once, twice—slow, deliberate strokes that stole the air from my lungs.
A part of me wanted to resist, but another part, the one that remembered the feel of his mouth on my throat, the weight of his body in that not-quite-dream...
And then his mouth closed around my nipple, gentle but firm, his tongue flicking, teasing. He...
A part of me wanted to resist, but another part, the one that remembered the feel of his mouth on my throat, the weight of his body in that not-quite-dream...
And then his mouth closed around my nipple, gentle but firm, his tongue flicking, teasing. He...