“Stan,” she whispered against my lips, and my name on her tongue was like fire melting me. “Please… take me, I'm yours…”
Was it Christmas and I didn't know it?!
I didn’t need more than that. My hands slid under her shirt, caressing, memorizing, and her sighs encouraged me. Every gasp, every tremble was a prayer answered. “You’re… perfect,” I groaned, pressing her into me, lips trailing over every inch of exposed skin, nipping, kissing, making her feel worshiped, adored, desired.
She moaned, digging her nails into my shoulders and back, pulling me even closer, and I shivered, groaning with pleasure and need. “I love you,” I said again and again, voice rough and raw, “I’ve loved you since the first moment I saw you. You’re mine, Aurora. Mine. Mine. Mine.” I told her between kisses.
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