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and chest, sculpted not by the gym workouts of her day but by the hard, necessary labor here. His waist was thin, his hips narrow. He had a small thatch of dark hair between his pectoral muscles that swept into a thin line down to his navel and beyond, where it grew into a larger expanse. |
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There was no mistaking the intensity of his passion. The sight of his thick, jutting organ sent a surge of something warm and fervent through Mariah. She felt suddenly weak yet charged with an energy she had no words to describe. |
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She could not help herself. She reached out her hand and grasped him. |
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He groaned and throbbed in her hand, igniting her yet further. |
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He sent his fingers exploring down her body, tracing the lines of her back, her buttocks, and then forward to the center of her, where she felt her own moistened throbbing. |
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"I did not intend" he began, and she could tell from the tautness of his tone that his teeth were clenched. She stopped his words with her mouth, loosening his teeth with her tongue. |
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"Mariah." His words were a moan, and she did not stop touching him, stroking him, arching her back so she could more easily meet his fingers where he delved into her secret core. She nearly screamed aloud as be teased her with his clever hand. |
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Again, he dipped his head, seeking her breasts with his mouth. He did not stop his sweet nether massage, and she felt herself writhing, sure she would break apart in ecstasy. |
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"Thorn," she heard herself whimper. |
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"Do you want this, Mariah?" His husky voice came from low in his throat. "I do not know if I can stop, but I will try if you wish it." |
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"Don't stop," she murmured. "Please." |
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She felt her legs drawn apart, and then the most wonderful, heated sensation of being filled and surrounded all at once as he entered her and his weight bore down on her from above. |
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"Am I hurting you?" he whispered. |
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"No," she assured him. "It's" |
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