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We remained, gazes locked for two heartbeats, then I reached out and took your hand, my mesmerizing Nicki, raised your fingers to my lips. Kissed, and felt the tremor that raced through you. Tightening my grip on your fingers, I drew you nearer. Bent my head and touched my lips to yours in the lightest, most fleeting kiss. Just a brushing of lips, more promise than caress. I intended it to be that, not a real kiss but a tantalizing temptation ... raising my head, I watched your lids rise, saw surprise, wanton and curiosity filled your eyes. I kissed you. Your mouth had been open, your lips parted. I slid between, caressed, claimed - and felt your attention splinter. Your hands had gripped my upper arms, they tensed, and you clung, held on. As a whirlpool of want rose up and engulfed us. Hands framing your face, I angled my head and flagrantly feasted. Asking for no permission, giving no quarter, I plunged us both into the fire...Damon
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