Page 214 of Dangerous Encore
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Ourflesh.
Ourpleasure.
Nothing in the way of usconnecting.
Not my hang-ups or my inability to articulate mythoughts.
Not fuckinganything.
We stay like that, locked together, groaning and panting and movingtogether.
Until she's there, nipping at my lips as she pulsesaroundme.
It pushes me overtheedge.
With my next thrust,Icome.
Pleasure spreads through my pelvis. Calmoverwhelmsme.
I rock through myorgasm.
I give her every dropIhave.
Then I collapse nexttoher.
And I hold herclose.
And I kiss her like she's fuckingeverything.
Becausesheis.
And I can't fuckthisup.
I won't survivewithouther.
