Re: Whispers in the Dark - Scheherazade, Callum
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(Arowyn)
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The minute she felt the warms of his hands upon her heavy cold breast, she was lost. Lost to the feelings he gave her. Lost to the attention. Lost the the need.
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She had always been attacked to Callum. Ever since the first time she saw him. When he¡¯d come to her father¡¯s home to court Kirstene.
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He had cut a fine figure. His rich dark hair that she longed to run her fingers through. His bright blue eyes that dance between mirth and mischief. His full kissable lips. His Strong shoulders, back and hands. His smile¡.
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There was something about him that could boy be denied, an arrogance, a confidence, a swagger.
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She had wanted him then.?Longed for his attention. needed to feel the strength of his hand holding her breast. To feel his full lips kissing over ever inch of skin on her body. To feel the weight of his sinful body pinning her down¡his strong cock pressing deeper into her core.
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And now¡here they were¡
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Arowyn moaned at his hands on her breast, her own hands fumbled quickly, pushing the laces away. Shoving his trousers down. She needed this¡they needed this.
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(Callum)
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Callum responded in kind, tugging at the laces of Arowyn's bodice, then pulling it open to free her breasts.? He fell upon them hungrily, licking and suckling them for a long moment even as his hands moved down to pull up her skirt.? He moved upward, abandoning her succulent breasts to mouth her neck and then lips, pushing her legs apart with his knees.? His face flushed with passion, his breathing grew ragged.? Part of him was ashamed at what he was doing, but he brushed that part aside, consumed fully now by his desire and his need.? He shivered as his urgent maleness brushed roughly against the smooth flesh of? Arowyn's thigh, desperately seeking to sheath itself within her but probing blindly, hampered by the awkwardness of their position and of their still half-clothed state.? Growling with frustration, he pulled at the interfering garments, removing this boots and then kicking his trousers down and.? And then returning to where Arowyn's open arms - and legs - called to him, the heat of her drawing him down, down...
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Tag - Arowyn
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