She longed for a sign. A smile. A word. A whisper. A touch. Anything. Anything to remind her. What she got, was more than she bargained for. As he entered the room, his thoughts turned to her. Seeing her standing there reminded him of his passion. His longing for her. To have her within his grasp. To posses her entire being. Reaching out. His fingertip touching her softness. A gasp and a tremble. Gliding fingers up her arms. Exciting her nerves to the most sensitive. Moving closer. Feeling the heated excitement growing. Sliding a hand gently across her. A heated breath upon her neck, sending a tingle down her spine. Firing the embers from within. The beginning sound of exposure. A hand reaching. A wrist caught. "No." A whisper sending her near the edge. Sliding the zipper further. Gentle lips touching her ear. Heated breath tickling. A sigh escapes her. "What do you want?" A gasp. "How badly do you need it?" A tremble and a sob. Sliding the zipper a little more. "Who do you belong to?" She bites her lower lip, trying to hold in the emotions. He smiles and breathes a sigh. The heat travels down her neck, reaching in to her and taking hold. She trembles again uncontrollably. Three words send her over the edge. "Shall we begin." -Babajim Kaucher ~Sir Dorian Vega
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