Everything in the world draws down to the sound of his voice and that white heat, uncoiling in her belly. He is a hurricane and she is the eye of that storm. The tremor and pulse move through her in the same breath, twisting her up into a knot of bliss. It seems to go on forever, pleasure tensing all the lines of her body as she arches into it, drowning all over again.
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Date: 2010-01-04 06:38 pm (UTC)